He hadn't. Not anywhere near fully. It was still a shocking taste to him, and something that had years and years of being a really bad sign, especially in his own mouth. Usually accompanied by some degree of pain, often major. He grinned, though. "You can brush your teeth, if you want. Or go rinse your mouth out with bourbon."

It was Damon, though. Part of him. Shying away from any part of Damon was not something he'd have done as Damon's friend, much less something else.