Damon could imagine there wasn't much privacy in the camps. The Colony was considered to be one of the nicer slaving facilities, and even there privacy was at a premium. Damon reached up with his free hand, taking Elena by the wrist and bringing her hand down to where her thighs squeezed together.
"You do it, or I do it for you," he said, trying to make it sound more like an offer than a threat. "We had an agreement, and I'm keeping my side of it. You keep yours. I won't look. I'll keep my eyes right up here," he said, looking at the flush that coloured her cheeks.