"No, no," Damon held onto the man's shoulder with a painfully tight grip. He was not about to go and let the guy get away with the lesson unlearned. There was also the danger that he would escape with his fresh wound and alert people to the fact that Damon really was a monster. That would be all he would need. It would ruin the ho-hum facade he'd built for himself in Lawrence and someone might feel the need to ram a stake through his heart.
He leaned in, making sure to lock eyes. This was the first step in compelling a human being. "You're not telling anyone. In fact, forget about me completely. You'll never hurt or insult Galinda, or any woman, ever again. Now," He paused for a second. "I think you owe her a heartfelt apology."
It wasn't as dramatic as he'd hoped it would be. Damon had thought threats and a flash of his fangs would get the man to apologize to Galinda of his own volition. Even if it was all the product of compulsion, it felt like half of a victory. Suddenly, it hit him - the wound on the man's neck. Damon leaned close once more.
"Here," He bit into his own wrist just enough to draw a little bit of blood and held it to the man's mouth. It would do no good to have the man walking around with a suspicious bite mark on his neck even if he had no memory of the fight. Someone would connect the dots and figure that a vampire was involved. God knew there were enough hunters roaming about town, itching for a kill. When he was certain that the man had ingested a small portion of Damon's blood he stepped back to examine Galinda. This couldn't have been easy for her to have watched.