Damon let Ric handle the washing, eyes falling closed as he cleaned them up, though he only pulled back from Ric's jaw when soap got in the way. He was glad Ric hadn't been there tonight, either. God knew he couldn't have kept them both safe--though maybe Ric being there would have tempered his mouthing off.

Maybe.

He gave Ric a bit of a smirk when they were rinsed off.

"Where?" he asked, softly, fingertips running over Ric's neck. He didn't want him to have it showing if he didn't want to, didn't want to bite somewhere that would be hidden, if he didn't want to hide it.