Damon's P.O.V
She says with a different type of smile, a polite one that didn't warm me nearly as much. I feel my talons extending beneath the table, rage and anger forming inside of me, but for once I felt it for no one else but myself. I nod and return the smile, retracting the talons before standing.
I walk her to the door, helping her as much as she'd allow me, wincing at the way she limped to her door. She turns around to face me before she reaches her door, giving me one of the smiles I liked, it helped calm the anger a little.
"Thanks again for last night and for this morning, breakfast I mean." She says quickly, hand gesturing wildly to me before she slaps her hand over her face. "Your shrimpless pancakes were amazing."