“Claim?” He feigned insult, pouting just a little. “You still don’t believe me?” Damon gave Bella his most impressive puppy dog eyes, trying to look pathetic and cute all at the same time. “I’ll wear you down eventually.” He smirked.
“That is the deliciousness of rum.” He said, in reference to her drink. “It’s been a while since I last had a pina colada, mostly because I don’t want to mar my reputation by making a habit of drinking girl-drinks, but I do remember that they’re pretty tasty.”
“So,” He propped his elbows up onto the bar. “What were you up to before you wound up here in Kansas?”