[ Used to receiving prickly tone in return, Damon doesn't flinch in his reply. ]

Sure, that's my night job. Also, we're a small town and everyone's look involves pretty much the same aesthetic. [ Then again. ] Unless your name is Caster and you cosplay as Halloween. On St. Patrick's Day. But, that's probably as weird as it gets. Other than the clothes we all wake up in, [ and yes, he's pointing his finger up and down ] the stores all carry the same assortment. The fashion doesn't change as much as... compliment. Flannel. Velvet. Leather, if you're lucky.

[ Is this guy going to take his head piece back? Did Damon just gain a new part of his wardrobe? ]