[Somehow it comes as little surprise that most vampires combine dramatism with eccentricity, likely a product of having lived so long and simultaneously wanting to toy with their prey from a position of power. It was rude of Damon, to compel her to stand there in mounting horror while she waited for the inevitable.

(Rude is probably a generous term, however, for what he did.)]

No.

[Pursing her lips and looking off to the crowd, Evelyn is happy she can finally speak on the subject but now remembering what she had gone through to do so. Lifting the post-feeding compulsion was agony.]

But he did glamour me into place and proceeded to drunkenly pontificate about how the woman he loved had spurned him and how tempted he was to rip my throat open in some ill-conceived recompense.