Damon considered. He wanted Ric, too, with a burning intensity born out of that possessive urge. "We could lock the bolt?" He suggested. "That would give us warning more than her walking down the hall..."

Enough for Ric to make it to the bathroom and Damon back into his jeans, at the least.

"Though if she comes back at an awkward point..."

Like if they were on the verge of coming...