He thought about it.
"When I was fourteen," he said, "I convinced Silas that the old well on the north edge of the estate was haunted. I did the whole thing, moved his stuff, made noises at night, left wet footprints on the floor outside his room." He paused. "He didn't believe in ghosts even at fourteen. He figured it out in two days and didn't say anything for a week. Just waited until I'd completely forgotten about it."
"What did he do," Eve said.
"Rearranged everything in my room," Damon said. "Perfectly. Every single thing moved exactly two inches to the left. Not enough to obviously notice. Just enough that nothing felt right. For weeks." He shook his head. "I thought I was losing my mind before he told me."
Eve laughed. "That's very Silas."
"Patient and thorough," Damon said. "He's never done anything halfway in his life."
Eve glanced back at Silas over her shoulder.
Silas caught her looking and raised an eyebrow.
She turned forward again and pressed her lips together.
