"Don't I always want you naked?" Damon asked, passing behind Elena, and planting a kiss on the top of her head. He didn't get to close. There was no sense in risking his own body sapping her heat, when he didn't need it. The fire was doing a decent job of warming him, and after a minute he wandered over to the small area that passed for a kitchen.
"Well, we won't have to worry about you going hungry," he said, picking up a random can of stew.
"Probably a werewolf's cabin, based on the amount of food. Those people eat like it's going out of style."