"'I look like I'm hanging at death's door' has always been a turn-on for me, what can I say?" Despite the flippancy of his words and tone of voice, Damon's hands on Rose are steady, gentle. When he sets her on the bed he brushes a piece of her hair absently from her face before laying down himself, pulling her firmly to his side. "Now, why don't you try to sleep? I'll even tell you a story. I like to call it 'Damon Salvatore and the Ripped to Pieces Hamsters'. Catchy, right?"