“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”
“/So/ flattering. What if, just hypothetically, /I/ wanted to jump /your/ bones?” She did her level best to keep her tone light and curious.
Damon looked confused for a moment before his expression twisted into a smirk. “That would be a different story.”
Dryly, “Of course it would. Well, different for you, I suppose.”