Well, this could possibly be interesting, Damon thought. It wasn't often he was privileged to be a witness to the Elena and Stefan show, might as well relax and enjoy it. At least until something better came along.
Honestly, at times these two were sweet enough to give a spectator diabetes. He hoped that this would not be one of those times, preferring a more fire and brimstone type of scene, himself. Something with a little energy, a little get up and go, a little spice.
His eyes darted to Elena, at the figure she cut. So very much like the other that at times it was quite frightening. At other times, like now, it was simply exhilarating.
"I know what Elena needs," Damon grinned, pouring a fresh drink. He carried it over to the girl, standing before her, holding it out like a peace offering, crooked grin firmly in place. "This will warm you from the inside, where it counts," he commented.