"You've called me over for worse,"

Damon winked, running a hand through his hair as he stepped over the body you were freaking out about, frantically trying to wipe the blood away from your mouth as Damon simply admired you.

"Oh, you'll be fine," he began, hoping that'd soothe you before he noticed your genuine distress, and his expression fell a little bit.

Damon reached out and ran his hands up and down your shoulders, tone low and gravelly.

"Don't worry your pretty little head, okay?"