"Wasn't partially fussed about coming down here - saying that however, i find myself surprising impressed...." Damon stated, simply chatting to himself or anyone of whom may have heard him in passing - his steps currently trailing the basement floor in which held many of the cells that played home to the so called 'slaves' of the Manor. With a devilish smirk arousing his full lips, the raven haired male's blue orbs soared his surroundings - memorizing and studying the environment so he could get use to it - simply familiarizing himself with the place. "Which doesn't happened very often..... me being impressed that is.... " Continuing to speak in a low, yet self charmed tone - the oldest Salvatore brother noticed a smallish frame mature in his sight from a distance. With his sick and sadistic ways hidden underneath the surface for the time being - Damon was always in for a game of playing the 'fake charmer' - his sarcastic nature, dashing good looks and one liners famous for knocking a female off their feet at first conversation. If only they knew what demon's were buried deep inside - soon enough someone new was bound to find out, the question was who? With the individual of whom Damon had noticed from a far luring closer, the charming vampire would simply lift his right hand up and besides himself - the palm of this hand aimed outwards as his four fingers danced in a wave. Given the circumstance's in which most of the slaves found themselves in - Damon wasn't too sure he'd receive a pleasant reply, that's if this person was a slave at all, he really couldn't tell at this point. Never the less, if someone was out to purposely avoid him - he was a professional at forced greetings - after all - he was here for some entertainment.
