There's a slight rush of air and Damon is across the room, a hand clamped about his throat, squeezing tight, his voice dangerously low, "Shut. Your Mouth."

He could scream all he wanted; no one would come. "There is no 'problem' with Aria but you, filth. I am here to warn you."

He shoves him down to sit in a chair, leaning over him, his eyes dark, beautifully feral as he lets his inner vampire through just slightly. "You have hurt Aria deeply, and for that, I should kill you right here..." he hissed.