"Yes, in a place so hidden that you denied it's very existence," Damon replied, giving her argument very little attention. Elena's touch was pathetically human, and did nothing to stop him. His thumbs brushed over the telltale fabric, of the side of her panties.
"Tsk, tsk, little one," he smiled. "We really do have to get you out of the habit of wearing these. Or are you worried you'd drip all over the floors?"