"…No words can express how beautiful you are. Your radiance is like the sun. No other woman compares…"
Damon nonchalantly read from a long piece of paper, glancing at Lilith, who was clearly enjoying his misery.
Iris and Luna stood at his side, obviously the authors of these words. Words Damon would never be caught dead saying on his own.
"Go on. Go ahead," Iris whispered impatiently.
Damon sighed and looked back down at the paper.
"All women are second class before your magnificent beauty…"
He stopped, glancing at the two of them.
"This is the seventh time I've said the word 'beauty' on this page alone. Don't you girls have anything more original?"
Luna shrugged after exchanging a look with Iris.
"What? We don't know how to woo a woman. Since you're such an expert, why don't you put Lilith in a good mood yourself?"
Damon gave them a flat look, then glanced briefly at Lilith before turning back to them.
"I prefer action over pointless words."
