[ That's a bridge they'll have to cross when they come to it, then - but at the moment, Sam's pretty confident that as long as he and his friends aren't looking to hurt Damon or Elena, or do anything that might end up doing the same, he can count on Damon.

It helps that he counts Damon as one of his people. They aren't broodmates, but Sam doesn't give a shit about that. He chooses who he wants in his life, and he won't let the symbiote change that. ]

( I'd hope it's a good enough one for you to look past that, pooh bear. )

[ Amusement flows across their link, along with the impression of a flash of teeth in a grin. As far as Sam's concerned, that's as good as confirming it. He's just about at the hotel now, though, so he doesn't reply with words. Instead he lets himself in - him and the large alien bird on his arm. Its wicked looking talons are attached to feet that look closer to paws than bird feet, and there's fur mixed in the downy feathers on its body and over its head. Its jet black feathers shine with just a hint of red in the light, and all six of its eyes take in its new surroundings before it swivels its head back to look at Sam. ]

Don't bite anything, all right, I don't know if you've lost all your baby teeth yet and I'm not picking any more of them out of the furniture.

[ Because yes, of course it has not only a beak, but a couple of rows of shark-like teeth hidden inside it. ]