Damon pulled a chair up beside the bed, setting his bag down.
"Perhaps good, perhaps bad," he said, wondering if perhaps he should have given Elena some warning of his plans for the evening. No. He had already been going too easy on her.
"You and I are both owed a treat," he said, pulling the tub of ice cream out of the bag. Of course, the ice cream wasn't his treat. That would come later.