It was fun, watching Damon and Rebekah bounce innuendo off of one another. Besides himself, the two were likely the best practitioners of verbal dueling he had ever met. Damon was nearly as good with his words as he was with his actual tongue, and it made the whole thing feel like an extended form of foreplay.
Enzo watched closely as Damon ground the cube of chalk against the tip of his cue, his eyes flicking back and forth between his lovers face and the light blue powder that accumulated quickly.
"And what if I like it a bit messy?" he asked with a smirk, leaning forward and blowing off the access chalk. He glanced over to Bekah, not in the least forgetting that she was there.
"I would have thought he was better at this, after so much practice," he quipped to her.