Damon saw the expression that his sarcasm brought to her face and he responded to it with a cheeky grin, unashamed. He laughed when she offered the reason why she'd never visited, and he couldn't help teasing her about it. "Oh yes, we have big, crowded orgies where innocents get corrupted for their blood and wild vampire sex," he declared with a hushed tone. "C'mon, I can see how you'd think that of me, but... have you met Stefan?" he asked, laughing, though his own words reminded him of something. "I mean, that's actually what he did when he was a ripper, but-- that's not the point. He's not into that right now." He shook his head slowly, amused by the apparent mystery that still surrounded them in her mind. "You can visit, I promise no one will eat you, and you won't walk in to find any mass feeding or orgies. Probably." It wasn't much of a reassurance, but then again, he was having too much fun messing with her.
His grin turned into a glare, however, at her question. "Megan," he started, taking a deep breath. "You're hot, funny and kinda badass, and only for the sake of this I will pretend you never said that." Her next questions, however, made more sense to him, and decided to answer truthfully, ignoring her clear amusement. "We do, but it takes a lot more. It actually helps with the hunger, that's why I drink like an alcoholic. It doesn't hurt me, and it keeps me from jumping the first neck I see."