Damon's hands travelled over the same path as Stefan's eyes, caressing over Elena's body, at will. He rolled his eyes, at his brother's ridiculously mechanical reply.
"I'm sure you've thought of plenty of ways you could have involved yourself in our play time, last week," he grinned, pulling her hair off to the side, and running his lips over the bare skin of Elena's neck. Damon knew that he had certainly imagined all the possibilities.