[ Elena cants her head to the other side a mere moment after he does: and in slight suspicion and alarm. Because, oh, she caught that he just decided that. She caught the implications. Her spine straightens, her gaze flickers over the line of his posture.
The thing about vampires and their predatory nature - about Damon - is that she knows what's up before anything else leaves his smirking mouth. What he's up to. Namely: trouble. And so her alarm hardens into knowing and resolve.
Because yes, there were moments. Mistakes, maybe. Some less of a mistake than others, or... something. But still soon, and fast, and she's not going to be sure if it could be anything else. If it should be. If she wants it to be. Not for awhile. Maybe not ever. It's not right. But anyway, she's playing it cool. ]
These aren't excuses, Damon. I thought the point of you moving out was because it is a rush. [ Caroline's not going to be comfortable until he does, they both know that. ]