"Mmm, sudden interest in my non-Elena Gilbert romantic affairs. Why, Brother, one might think you're preemptively deflecting." Damon smirked as he turned on his bar stool to face Stefan, leaning his elbow on the bar and taking a long drink from his scotch. He had better up in his room. "You're not interested in Faith, and Lana wants nothing to do with you, which means something is troubling your broody little slice of paradise."