( he's done it in the past and he'll do it again in the future but he's not doing it now. the safehouse isn't like the boarding house with a revolving door and surprise roommates. if the shower roared to life there, damon probably would time a rendezvous. he prefers to be much more troublesome than that by interrupting his own shower to greet someone sans clothes because they didn't bother knocking.

damon remains facing the doorway even if he doesn't entirely understand why. okay, modesty. that's a thing. people that aren't him have it. he doesn't comprehend why caroline does. her eternal life hasn't truly dug its claws into her yet; she hasn't seen and done it all. that's a probability. when she calls out to him in reply, he turns his head some, giving caroline the outline of his profile. his gaze is still somewhere in the distance, watching a far wall instead. )

Who the heck is Laura? ( caroline has friends, what a concept. )

You're drinking people under the table for profit. ( he heard her. he's just re-evaluating their roles in the world. ) Why not count cards? Or while you're out there testing the limits of the realm of believability, get up in the ring and fight. Throw a match if you have to. ( drinking without effect, fighting without bruising — they're very similar in how they raise red flags. ) Selling out pays as good, if not better than prize money.