<span style="color: #00bf00">Damon blinked, and his eyes turned back to green. "Neither do I. I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me." He lied, turning back to his still untouched beer. He knew very well what got into him, but he couldn't say anything about it. He could, however, "talk" to it. &lt;Dammit, nomaD, are you *trying* to get us both killed?&gt;</span><br/><span style="color: red">&lt;not *us,* just *you...*&gt;</span><br/><span style="color: #00bf00">&lt;You *do* know that if I die, You'll die too, right?&gt;</span><br/><span style="color: red">&lt;Well, I wasn't exactly trying to get you killed, just... *maimed...* Then I could take control, and begin my plans to *rule the world!* Mwahahahahahaha!&gt;</span><br/><span style="color: #00bf00">&lt;You're crazy. And it'll never work. I'm too strong for you.&gt;</span><br/><span style="color: red">&lt;That's what you thought before, and I was able to kill your pansy elf friend!&gt;</span><br/><span style="color: #00bf00">"I told you to never bring that up again, you bastard!" Damon yelled, standing up and knocking his chair down in his anger. He saw people staring at him, and sheepishly put the chair back and sat down again. "Sorry." he said to the bartender, who glared at him.</span><br/><span style="color: red">&lt;Aw, did you cause a disturbance in the bar?&gt; nomaD taunted him.</span><br/><span style="color: #00bf00">&lt;shut up.&gt; Damon thought, finally taking a sip of his beer. Julien was right, it tasted horrible.</span>