You're being awfully defensive about this, Damon. ( his eyebrows inch towards his hairline, a question on his face that he doesn't outwardly ask. katherine's here, that's the truth and, from what he can tell, she's made contact with damon in some way, shape, or form. )

You know, I do have a modicum of control. Your faith in me is astounding. ( but maybe not that much. he doesn't know if damon's exaggerating or if that really happened but still, he's kind of glad he hadn't had to find out. no one needs a ripper in town. )

My picture's fine. It's a picture. What does it matter? ( no, you don't get to see, damon. )