Damon wasn't about to stop feeding to explain himself to her. He kept drinking for a minute more, then pulled back, lips and chin smeared with her blood. He gave her a moment to register this, for the shock or fear or whatever emotion such a sight might stir in her to kindle, then he compelled her again. "You won't remember I bit you. You had a random hookup with a stranger, then were attacked by a stray dog on your way home. It knocked you down and bit your throat before you could fight it off." He licked his lips, pleased with how this whole encounter had gone.