Damon's gaze narrows in turn for a moment at her question, puzzlement flickering across his expression. He had a pretty good memory, especially for beautiful blondes, and this one he was certain he'd never seen her before. Her scent didn't trigger any memories, either.

"I'm sorry, signorina, but I do not know who you are." His smile flashes, though, bright and white. "But I'm certainly amenable to altering that lack."