“Absolutely, Elphie,” Damon spoke with mock enthusiasm, his face lighting up with a big smile. “Safe flying is important.” He was actually concerned for the witch’s well-being beneath his goofy surface. Damon liked her well enough not to see her in the form of a crumpled mess on the sidewalks or roadways of Kansas.
“Besides,” He gave a shrug. “I can compel the driver into forgetting her ever drove a green woman home.” Damon doubted that, in her state, Elena would complain much about his compelling random citizens of Lawrence.