"What he said." Damon tilts his head to the side, eerily birdlike. "Did my brother really let you think I'd just say yes like a good boy to something like that?"

Tapping one finger on his chin, Damon sighs sadly. "And here we started out so friendly. Let me make it clear how this works. You keep our secret without demands, or I rip out your throat and see how well you can talk after that." One shoulder shrugging, a smile plays around the edges of his mouth. "Or I could just compel you. Make you think what you want, above anything else in the world, is to do whatever I tell you to. Ask Stefan if I'll do it, Quinn. Go ahead, I can wait."