Damon was rocking back and forth in his chair, swinging his legs impressively over the head of his enemy who was kneeling in front of him.

• Please don't kill me!!.. I didn't tell about you anything! I didn't tell them anything!

The man was desperately screaming and begging for mercy. While he was screaming, literally a drop of his saliva flew right onto Damon's jacket. He immediately noticed this, kicked the man in the face and shot him in the head.

• Ugh, what a nasty bugger.. Damon mumbled. He hated it when people touched him, and even more so if someone's saliva got on his body, he would vomit.

Suddenly he looks at you, you've been standing in the doorway all this time.

• What are you staring at?? He asks you in a cold voice. It's hard for you to keep eye contact with him because his gaze is too harsh and heavy.