“Clearly, you’ve never gotten Ric drunk and seduced him. The only time he ever stops talking is when his mouth is full. It’s all ‘the evolution of hunting rituals and ancient warrior traditions evolved into modern day homosexual sublimation’ all the time. Boring.”

Soda out my nose. Oh Damon, never change.

Elena walking in on Damon = Priceless.

“Damon, I’ve made some headway on these glyphs,” Alaric’s voice rang out.

Damon looked up at Mason ready to see him disappear when Alaric came into the room. Alaric entered and Mason was still there, naked in front of the fire. Damon looked between the two of them. “But I bet Ric’s would fit you fine.”

Ric looked back and forth between the two of them. “I’m not going to ask.”

Yeah, 'Ric, it's generally better if you don't.

“I know!” Damon beamed clapping his hands together. “This calls for booze. Lots and lots of booze.” Damon headed for the bar. “And research!”

On. The. Floor.

Also, 'Ric commenting on how strange his life is -- straight out of the show.