His brows furrowed, and a smirk formed on his lips. "I do?" He continued blinking. "Do you like it?"
I scoffed. "You reek of blood… and it doesn't suit you."
His lips twitched, his eyes searching mine as if he was looking for something. The spark in his eyes dimmed, when he realized it wasn't what he was searching for.
I retracted my hands, "I'll take this room, but it needs to be redecorated." I stepped away from him.
My gaze landed on the young witch. She stood by the wall, her black hair was covered with dirt and black fluid.
Her skin was covered in dirt. "Come with me." I finally said, after a stunned moment of watching her.
'So they don't shower? Wait… does that mean they don't want a relationship? Because who the hell would want to date them?'
The witch glanced at Damon, before hesitantly following me.
I stopped midway, turning to Damon. "Where is the bathroom?"
