Damon lifts an eyebrow as he looks over at the sound of Alex's voice and then Damon smirks lightly.

"That the first time you've thought something didn't sound bad in awhile?" Because that's the way it sounds to him. He's almost always carrying alcohol on him, but he's not today so he just pops into a random, untaken room where there's a closet, flipping over the mirrors along the way, because-

He doesn't like the mirrors.

He pulls out a bottle of bourbon.

"Could've gone to a bar instead, but you don't really seem like the bar type of guy."