Javik shifted to accommodate the vampire, hands moving from his thighs to rest on his back. Close as he was, Damon would be able to see the damage Javik's body had suffered throughout his life, practically invisible unless one was actually looking. There were scars hidden between the ripples of red flesh, chips in his chitin and a hairline crack that ran through his left breastplate. He'd taken a hell of a beating over the years, yet came out almost entirely whole.

"Whatever is... desirable." They'd just been rolling with the punches since they'd started, anyways.