That's good. [ She really thinks so, voice straining to impress that notion on him. ] Don't know anything about vampires, remember? Least not ones that are real.

Me neither. [ Her eyes slid to the side before she said so, knowing as much as Damon that it's dangerous territory to be spouting off on. Where they're from. Vaguely or otherwise. ]

Friends that I made here, and just remembered knowing one of 'em for a lot longer than a couple weeks, like -- [ her head shakes, eyes widening as she sighs out a breath ] a few minutes ago? They won't start anything with you. [ As if she can promise that. Allison is smart, a hunter, and that should mean that she makes wise choices. Stiles, well. Who the hell knows. Not that she's going to tell either of them about vampires; she made a promise to Damon, and she'll keep it.

Her eyes narrow when he starts in on that reaction to her question. Until he finishes, and they roll as she sighs. ] Just because you remember that you're a vampire doesn't mean you might have remembered as much as me about... [ fuck the system -- she pushes in closer, speaking through clenched teeth ] where you're from, as I have. [ About where she's from, obviously. Brows popping in emphasis, she takes a step back, resumes speaking at a normal volume. ] I thought there might be a, parallel, to that. The remembering.

And, if it wasn't clear, I'm being vague because I didn't want you trying to grab onto me again. [ That's fair? ] Because. Rules.