Damon didn't really want to tell him how it had gone down, how close he'd come to dying, would have if Gloria hadn't intervened. He'd remember the blood in a bit. Ric smelled too good to pull away from--never mind the purely possessive urge to re-establish his own mark on him, no matter if everyone saw it.

"It's macabre. I mean...what the hell was he going to do with them?"