“That's twisted, Damon,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “Nothing against you, but seriously...she needed a better hobby then using men and you deserved better.” She knew the words were pointless if Damon himself didn't see it, but she couldn't not speak up about it when she could imagine how much it hurt Damon.
“So what about now, any girlfriends? Boyfriends? Giant purple Antelopes?” She asked, grinning at him, tapping his thigh lightly with her foot again, gently teasing him, to take away the harshness he words earlier contained.