"They can be." He might not just be referring to lobsters, because Damon needs a keeper and maybe a muzzle.

He watches her hair get wet for about thirty seconds before rolling his eyes and crossing over the the tank and pulling the escaped strands out of the water and tucking them behind River's ears. This clearly isn't about the lobsters, and while someone like Stefan might want to talk about it, Damon just rolls his eyes.

"So find buckets." Pause. "Or put them in the pool." Trolling via River: fun.