Ric grumbled quietly, but he couldn't really deny being glad that he hadn't been with Damon in the bar. He was almost positive he would have gotten himself killed. Probably for good. He... really needed to work on his seething hatred of Klaus. Add it to his general possessiveness tonight, and the result would have been really, really bad.

He tilted his head a bit at the nibble and settled, and soaped up the cloth and put it to use, rinsed it out and re-soaped and put it to use on Damon, matter of factly. "One down, two to go."