Damon tilted his head back, staring up at the sunny sky -- he almost felt like he didn't even deserve that -- and let out a real, full laugh. Slowly, he tilted his head toward Wes and Lilah, looking over at them. The slowness with which he did so certainly didn't help his air of sanity out any, either.

"What do I want?"

Complicated question. Wesley didn't want the complicated answer. He wanted one that was simple, clear-cut, providable. He wanted the now.

"Right now? I want Lilah's head on a stick for going behind my back." There was a curl of his lip to accompany the words. Rage was easier, anyway. "But, somehow, I don't think you wanna make that a possibility." He didn't care. He didn't want Lilah's head on a stick, not really. In fact, as women went, Lilah was insignificant. He couldn't care less. He was done with her, she was out of use.

He wanted to be human. He wanted to stop being second place. He wanted Stefan to stop being the real monster and still getting everything that Damon wanted. He wanted Lana.

He relaxed his shoulders, turning his body toward them and narrowing his gaze.

"So, why don't you two lovebirds get out of here while I'm feeling gracious?"