Jacob's face is a mix of confusion and being stubborn. How do you talk something like that down? And Lazarus' already pale face becoming even more so proves this guy is even more dangerous than what he had encountered.

"Look, I'm not claiming to know more than you, but he let me go." Jacob visibly grits his teeth at the memory. "I was lucky that he let me go. I landed a hit on him, and he didn't even blink. I don't think it even singed him. If he fights you, what do you have to defend yourself?" It's a question directed more at Lazarus' weakened state, whether he has powers, a weapon, or nothing at all. Damon's expression alone struck fear into Jacob's very being, the speed compounded that fear. He doesn't want someone else to be stuck against that. Jacob shakes his head, his expression becoming almost desperate. "Come to the shelter with me. If you say we can wait this out, why can't you?"