The room was so silent, that if he concentrated, Damon could hear the ice crystals melting, against the heat of Elena's body. The only other sounds in the room were her purposeful breaths, and the steady thrum of her blood.
Damon slowly started working open the buttons of his shirt, taking it off and draping it over the back of the chair.
"You know, I think this is the longest I've ever heard you be silent," he said, only half jokingly. "Most of the time I'm trying to figure out how to get you to stay quiet."