“Destiny,” He winced. The idea of destiny didn’t much appeal to him. He much preferred the idea of doing what he wanted, when he wanted and according to his own agenda. “Well, you can still fulfill your destiny. Just take the night off.” He smiled a little.
“I’m thinking asian. I haven’t had good asian food for a long time.” Damon sighed a little, remembering the last truly good mango chicken he’d had. It had been a couple of years. Of course, with his special diet of human blood he never put too much emphasis on going out for food.
Damon didn’t have any cash on him, but he was pretty certain that he could simply compel their server to give them the meal for free when Buffy wasn’t looking. He had a hunch that Buffy would be against that sort of thing. Something about messing with a mortal human’s free will...