[rude, he was enjoying that. Damon straightens up and glares at the person who interrupts them, and it takes every bit of willpower not to compel them to take a long walk off a short pier.

. . . of course, it doesn't stop him from leaning over, catching the person's attention, and compelling them anyway] Mind your damn business and go drink yourself stupid.

[the unfortunate person nods and turns to walk away, and Damon blows out a sigh, before looking back down at Elena as she takes his hand. He's about to suggest the same thing, at least - and the half-grin is back]

I can believe you were about to do that, and shame on you for stopping. [his free hand reaches for the pamphlet he was given, stuffed into his back pocket, and he flips it open one-handed to get the address] I think it's this way. [he says, and tilts his head in the way the hotel might be]