She couldn’t help laughing. “It’s a deal.” She lifted the glass to him. “So far you haven’t made me want to set you on fire. You’ve confused me a lot, and I’m a bit worried about your ability to pass now, but I don’t want to set you on fire.”
Damon smirked and took another sip, watching her. “I pass fine. I have for a hundred and fifty years,” he said, lifting his glass to her in return before tossing more back.
Mildly, she said, “And yet you needed to meddle with his mind to get what you wanted. You had to cheat. I’m not impressed.”