"Katherine doesn't have friends. She has pawns. And if you really believe you're anything else, you're a bigger idiot than I thought." Damon's upper lip twitches into a kind of sneered growl like one might expect out of a dog. It's hard not to just let his hand crush her throat. Holding back this long when it feels like the carpet's being yanked out beneath him is impossible. He'd been doing all right. Staying in line, just like Lana wanted him to, and still this -- "So, what's the plan, Lilah?"