Damon shot Elena a displeased look, though he didn't snap anything that was obviously on his mind.

"Isn't that just cozy," he muttered, waving at the bartender to get him a drink.

Elijah gave Elena an answering smile, just as tight, though he didn't move his arm from around Jenna. "Elena."

"Why?" Damon asked, turning away from the bar to face them, shooting Elijah a glare, before fixing his gaze and the question on Jenna. "He let us down, and let Klaus go."

Clearly the fact that if Elijah hadn't done that, he'd be dead wasn't forefront in his mind.