Damon was quiet for a moment.
He needed to give Sylvia a simple answer… but the way she was looking at him—
'Ahh, what a pain…'
He forced a smile.
"Erhm, actually, there is a very logical reason for me calling her Eva. It's quite obvious—her name is such a mouthful… saying Evangeline was a pain, so I just call her Eva…"
Sylvia glanced at him with a deadpan expression.
Then she nodded.
"Sylvia is a mouthful too…"
Damon sighed, gaze falling to his shoulder—where a pair of human lips were perched. Valarie. She was smiling with a knowing expression.
The goddamn old hag looked like she was enjoying herself.
Damon felt the urge to curse.
"…Hmm, wait a minute…"
He smiled at Sylvia, as if struck by inspiration.
"Sylvia, tell you what—let's come up with a cute nickname for you. I'm sure Valarie would love to help out. Right, Valarie?"
The pair of disembodied lips twitched.
"Don't get me involved. I'm just minding my business here..."
She pressed her lips together, muttering,
