"Oh yeah, baby,"
Nessa had not been mistaken when she referred to Damon as the devil because he looked exactly that to her right now. Who in the world goes back to their trauma right after recovering from it? She wasn't a sucker for pain.
"No, no, I am not going in there?" She stood her ground with a huge scowl directed at Damon. Why does he hate her this much?
"You're not going to die being in the elevator," Damon pointed out with a boring look.
"I almost died," She reminded him.
"You lost consciousness, honey. There's a huge difference between both,"
"Don't educate me right now!" She glared at him.
"Fine," Damon lifted his hand innocently, "What's your plan then?"
Nessa decided, "I'm taking the stairs,"
"Heck no, I'm not in the mood to exercise my already amazing muscles," He dismissed it.
At that moment, Nessa didn't know whether to blanch from his huge egotisms or be amused at his thought that she needed his company.
