Pouring himself a glass of scotch, Stefan glanced once more to the couch, smirking at the sight of Elena sitting there passively, a red silk scarf knotted around her neck. They'd had a good laugh, the two of them when he'd lifted her necklace up to examine it and the clasp had 'broken'. Really it was far too easy. Elena was more trusting than Katherine. And even with Damon's repeated warnings, she hadn't truly comprehended what a danger Stefan could be. Mainly because his brother hadn't bothered explaining to her what they were.
As he placed the stopper back in the decanter, Stefan heard the front door open and then close again. Smirk widened. Damon.