"Well, isn't someone a happy camper, once she's come," Damon laughed, wrapping his arm around Elena's waist, He shifted their bodies, and nudged her into moving forward.
"And I think that same someone needs a good night's sleep."
Damon brushed the slave's hair off of her neck, checking to make sure that the puncture marks had closed up. Sure enough, her skin was flawless, except for a small smudge of blood.