Sage: Her and Klaus always treated me like some peasant whore.
Recapper: Her and Klaus? Oh, Sage. Heaven knows I play with words, make up words, intentionally misspell words, punctuate by gut and commit typos like they're a religious rite, but her and Klaus? You've been alive forever and have no trace of an accent. Your grammar should be better.
Anyhow, Damon tells Sage he knows Rebekah is up to something and just can't figure out what. Sage tells him to get inside her mind. Damon counters that Becky is too strong. Sage says she could do it. Damon says that since Rebekah is an Original, it's not going to happen. I say, wait a minute. Sage has been a vampire for 900 years or so. Becky has been daggered off and on. It's worth a shot. Sage takes a lower route, though. She reminds Damon how she taught him to exploit feminine weakness. Oh Sage, why did you have to make me want to choke you this soon? (I still love your hair color, though.) So yeah, if Damon finds Rebekah's weakness and exploits it, Sage will walk right into Rebekah's mind, which is undoubtedly full of a 1000 years or so of childish grudges, so I don't know how anyone expects to find anything in there. Commercial.
Back at the ambiguous event, Damon finds Rebekah and tells her she's sexy when she's bitchy. She's still miffed that Damon dismissed her after she helped him get Stefan to feed. They have a back and forth about whether Rebekah enjoys him when he's mean. He invites her back to Mossy manse for drinks with Sage.
Rebekah: No way in Hell.
Damon: You know what they say. Two's company; three's a party.
Damon eye-things at Rebekah, leans in way too close to put his glass of lemonade on the table, lets his hand brush her hip and then whispers in her ear that he hopes she enjoys her day. When Damon leaves, we can already tell insecure, needy Rebekah is wavering, because she is the eternal teenager. I already want to choke her, but it's too early for that.