"Good. At least I didn't pick one of the depressed ones." He grins, he could tell just by looking at Stiles that he was pretty enthralled, from the way the boy's eyes moved so slowly away from his lips. Luckily Damon had been around for long enough that he could be flexible with his sexuality, and the kid's sexuality at this stage wouldn't matter. He may as well be considered Damon-sexual.

He takes the boys hand in his own, sauntering with him down the street to the nearest bar. He was well fed now, which had one of his three primal urges sated. If he was lucky he could do something about the other two. "And remember, you're twenty-one." Of course the boy didn't look twenty-one but that wasn't going to be a problem.