“To be fair, she grew out of it.” He shrugged a little. He meant Caroline. She’d evolved so much, from the girl he compelled just to get close to Elena into a stronger version of herself complete with fangs. Damon was beginning to realize that it would take a whole lot of censoring to keep Enigma from figuring out that he was one of those vampires she was afraid of.
“Good pie?” He nodded to the plate in front of Enigma. It was small talk, but he felt the need to switch the topic from Caroline, a vampire, onto something that wouldn't be frightening to Enigma. If he was outed as a creature of the night he would much rather have it not happen the very first time he shared conversation with her.