Toenails
Okay, so being immortal was great.
The lack of illnesses was pretty cool.
Never aging any older, so he'll always look this good.
Increasing power with each kill; also nice.
Restrictions, livable. Who needed to cross water or walk around in daylight, anyway?
Resilience, check. Strength, check. Speed, check. Senses, check.
Mind blowing powers that made women swoon with just a glance, check. He'd always had that, really.
But in all his five hundred years, there's one small detail that's annoyed Damon endlessly:
Toenails.
He should have really thought to trim them down before he'd picked up his sword.
