Damon just hadn't wanted her to struggle, but hadn't felt like compelling compliance, either. When he was done drinking, she was a little wobbly, but otherwise okay. He pulled his hand back, caught her chin and gave her a little smile as her gaze met his.

"You can go now. You never met me, and you don't know what happened to your neck, but it's all okay..."

She frowned a bit, but then nodded and slipped out of the booth to leave.

Damon shifted his gaze to Rebekah.