“Point taken,” He nodded, adopting a mock-serious expression. It was hard to come up with an interesting fact that wasn’t somehow connected to the fact that he was a vampire. He felt especially uncomfortable sharing that particular fact now that Enigma was confessing a fear of vampires. Even if Damon wasn’t Count Dracula and had become remarkably good at suppressing his thirst it seemed like asking for trouble. Plus, he didn’t want her to leap up from the booth and make a quick exit. He was actually enjoying her company.
“Alright, I’ve got a mean allergy to vervain.” He nodded as if it was something impressive even though he knew allergies weren’t the most exciting of topics. It was true, though. “Can’t ingest it, can’t touch it. Kind of makes me gag... Not very pleasant.” Enigma was relatively new and Damon assumed that she wasn’t one of the few who always had the herb on their person. That meant that she probably wouldn’t connect what he was saying to the fact that he was a vampire.
“Back home I have a ’67 Chevy Camaro that I miss like crazy. Seems like the Seal is okay with bringing all sorts of crazy our way but is too lazy to manage a car.” He pouted jokingly. Really, he did miss his car. If he made it ‘til Christmas and the Seal still offered the displaced citizens of Lawrence a holiday wish he’d definitely ask for his car.