[ You always have her attention, Stefan, but those words pull her in, and still her heart -- oh the shirt's not coming off all the way. She steps in closer, more than needed but as if she doesn't take advantage, to get a very good look.

The mark strikes something within her, and it clicks once he mentions a huntress. ] The huntress. So it has a name, and she's real. I'd only ever heard legends. Part of me figured it had to be some ridiculous Mikaelson rumor. [ A hand rises, and if the situation between them was marginally different, would've continued over to try to touch the mark. Decency, from Katherine Pierce? ] Was it...like that, when she was after you? Healed over? [ She can't help the curiosity, not about a tale of a huntress she thought wasn't entirely true to reality. Curiosity about your body is also a given, sorry not sorry, Stefan. ]

Why did she come after you? In Mystic Falls? [ Mouthed instead of spoken aloud. ] Something had to of driven her there. [ Her lips press together, eyes reflecting a silent disdain. ] Damon? What did he do now? [ The corners of her eyes narrow a teeny bit as she tacks on -- ] And where did you go, Stefan? [ Since he had to be on the move. ]