[It doesn't feel like anything to wear the bracelet. There's no sudden rush of power. The lights don't flicker and the temperature doesn't change. It might as well be a dud, if it wasn't for the sudden presence. Alaric is settled beside him. Not directly across from the table, but at the seat to his left, close to the beer. It's a habit he developed from all the times Damon left an untouched drink out for an old friend. He sits where the booze sits. It just feels like he should accept that kind of invitation.]

Atticus Shane wouldn't know decent magic if a witch lit him on fire. I don't know why you all insist on trusting him.

[It's said in the tone of someone frustrated with something on TV, not at all intended to be heard. There's no reason to think his voice might carry.]