[Drabwurld is treated to the sight of one Damon Salvatore, peering into the locket to make sure it was on, giving it a testing tap just because.]

Testing, testing... is this on? Really? Lockets aren't really my style. I'm more of a ring kind of guy.

[This isn't locked to just one side or the other, or anyone in particular since he's no notion of who's here, other than the few from the feast he'd met.]

Now that I have your undivided attention, I need to address a concern of mine. I have... certain dietary requirements that need to be met and I need volunteers. Well, I don't really, but I'm more curious as to who might be willing to offer a little of themselves here and there. The more the merrier, since I can be quite... insatiable, depending on my mood.

[Or how injured he might be. Or angry. Or... whatever. Damon leaned towards the mercurially mooded type, so it really depended on the day. Or minute.]

Nice little infestation you have, by the way. Good to know even fairies have pests. Giant worms. How... cute.

[He doesn't even attempt to hide the eyeroll, but he does end the transmission with a little wave and a smirk.]

Serious offers only. I'm not here to answer all your questions and do tricks for people who are bored. You want entertainment? Go piss off the minotaur.