The girl is watching him with an enchanting, knowing smile as Enzo lets the pause in conversation drag simply so that Damon has no distraction other than the building tension. Well, that and the alcohol he is fiddling with as if it's the most interesting in the world. There's a million reasons that Enzo could give to incite a response out of Damon, if nothing else. Answers that might serve his purpose in endearing Bonnie to either one of them, or at the very least force the other two to realize how oblivious they were to their feelings. Hitting with a heavy start, he says, "First off, Damon has a habit of fixating on one captivating, beautiful, independent woman until nothing else in the world matters into him."

While Damon is busy rolling his eyes, Bonnie is indignant. "If I can't use her as an excuse, you can't!"

"Afraid you misunderstood. I wasn't referring to the doppelgangers," Enzo responded, feeling rather wicked in the most amusing ways. Indignance has left her expression for feigned disgust but the sincerity doesn't match her eyes which had widened for a brief second, or her mouth that had opened minutely.

"No, no, no, no, no," Damon interjects, which doesn't surprise him in the slightest. Entertained, Enzo takes a sip of his whiskey as he watches the man get up from his seat like it's not bloody obvious how his protests are too emphatic. "I am not sitting through this. I have better places to be."

"Like prancing half naked in front of Alaric?" Bonnie challenges with a deadpan tone that gives away the experience uncovered in the joke.

Damon doesn't seem to think it's funny in this context, and Enzo can't say he disagrees. Now that their environment and life has calmed down, he doesn't quite feel like he has to claw his way into this circle only to get a glimpse of what it feels like to belong. After long enough, he seems to have earned his keep. Yet each friendship that Damon holds onto tightly feels like a risk to Enzo, who has known Damon for only a year more total. A little more bitter than he wants, he drawls, "Do you simply flirt with anything breathing the same oxygen as you?"

"No," Damon retorts, the same time Bonnie answers, "Yes."

Frowning at the witch, Salvatore makes a face at both of them before glibly replying, "I just exude too much charm."

Bonnie scoffs, which Enzo has found is the most common reaction Damon seems to draw from women who aren't insecure, but he recognizes Damon's tactic. He's used it himself more than a million times, although he's generally more of a gentleman than Damon seems to be. Frustration, even mild, raises the blood pressure ever so slightly. Makes a vampire like them feel more alive as their sensory stays in overdrive. With normal prey, it's a simple high. With the people they were attracted to, it's a magnetic pull.

"Well he used that 'charm' to compel Caroline to sleep with him while he used her as a blood bag the moment he strolled into Mystic Falls," Bonnie replied.

Squinting and staring at his glass uncomfortably, Damon mutters, "That reason I deserve."

"What is it with you Salvatore brothers and your incessant need to always have touched the same girl?" Enzo questions, incredulity forcing its way into his tone. While he admires Damon for many things, his treatment of women generally leaves him with disgust. Wasn't it only the doppelgangers that were supposed to draw out this behavior? As this isn't the first time he's been surprised about some Mystic Falls history fact, he asks Bonnie, "Have you and Stefan had some secret dalliance as well?"

She gives a clear laugh as she shakes her head, nose scrunched up ever so slightly. That's what says it all, really. Questioned wrongfully about her sexual attraction doesn't fluff any of her feathers. Yet asking about her impending affair with Damon, and all of the sudden all of her guards and spells are up. "No. Your turn."

"He runs from anything meaningful," Enzo supplies, still reeling from the last revelation and intent on making the idiot vampire some level of self aware by the end of the night if it's the last damn thing he will ever do. The blue eyed glare he is receiving shows some success. "If there's a chance there won't be some maddening complication or angst where he can't have an excuse to lash out, he doesn't want anything to do with it."

There's a moment of interim silence in which he lets himself remember the farmer's house where he had told Damon those words before. Even though Enzo should have been petrified over whether one farmer turned vampire would only whet a poisoned Damon's appetite, he was only too turned on by how fucking good Damon could make veins, blood, and fangs look.

Now Damon is angrily planning how to deflect that, at least until he looks over at Bonnie who had raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips. Perhaps she hadn't planned on being quite so blunt, which was rather amusing really. From what Enzo could tell Damon must have gotten under her skin somewhat for her to hold back.

"I mean, you did try to sleep with his mom," she says after a glance tells her that Damon lost his bitter reply when she had chosen not to immediately defend him.

Was everyone in Mystic Falls this enabling?

"Thank you, Bonnie," Damon responds gratefully, sounding a little unsure at the end. Vulnerability was something Enzo had heard in his voice only a handful of times in Mystic Falls. Far cry from when they were locked up in cells and everything they had said was laced with exposure. "Glad I'm not the only one who thinks that's a little weird."

There's a slight strangle in his voice as he forms the final word that Bonnie raises her eyebrows at. Enzo had already lined up a response about how it was Damon's mother's fault for siring him in the first place, so he's in no position to deal with how it almost sounded like Damon wasn't so much disgusted as jealous.

"You know what I mean," Damon snaps.

Unprompted, Bonnie changes sides. "I also know what he means. You and Stefan could have gotten along years ago since I knew you, and a century before that."

Enzo is sure his own smile is showing and that the moment Damon sees it he will be even more annoyed. It's not simply over Damon, however, and more about how the little witch is becoming further and further the most endearing thing about this Virginia hell hole. As much as the girl claimed to loathe Damon before the prison trip, now she would willingly dispatch clever observations on his character instead of "not caring enough" to pay attention. Trying not to chuckle too much as he remembers his own attempts to soothe the Salvatore bond back in Augustine hell, he adds, "I've said the same."

"He was a ripper!" Damon exclaimed.

"Which you've never been?" Bonnie questions unfailingly.

All of Enzo's satisfaction leaves in an instant when for one brief, pained second Damon glances at him. He can still hear the excruciating words only told as his insides were being pulled around, echoed now in an impersonal way that threatens to gut him yet again. Words that had turned so deep in his unconscious that he had heard them the moment he had let everything go himself. "Without humanity on, yes. For decades. Ripper, not quite."

Too many words have passed between them now, but in the midst of every attempt Enzo gave at explaining how he felt- If I hate you I'll have nothing left, it might do you good to miss someone for the next sixty years, you were the most important person to me- every part of him remembers how exactly he had felt Damon staring at his lips with tears in his eyes as he explained that Enzo was worth shutting everything off for.

The beautiful Bennett witch was very far from stupid, but surely she must have known that Enzo had only ever said "we aren't in love with each other" followed by "he and I". However since Damon was repressed enough to ignore romantic attraction to someone as devastating as Bonnie, Enzo didn't hold up much hope for himself in the end.