"I already told you I am not here to make friends." And yet, people kept trying to be his friend, or change his mind. He needed to start telling them about how he cut the throats of the last batch of friends he had, but that thought sent him down darker roads. As soon as the glass was filled, he drained it in one shot, setting it down a little too hard on the table. "Why would I want to... woo anyone?"

At the moment, he didn't really care that Damon doubted the existence of whatever equipment he had to offer.