[Tyler couldn't exactly imagine Damon as a vampire either, but here he was with living, maybe-not-quite-breathing proof. The daylight ring, the bourbon, the lack of earthy smells...

Still, he laughs, muffling it unsuccessfully with his hand as he accepts his coffee.] Yeah, I'd bet he'd say the same thing. Day used to be like, president of the anti-vampire club.

[He grows quiet, taking a sip of his drink.] He doesn't hate them now, I think, but it got pretty bad for a while.