Katherine stands still as Stefan invades her personal space, holding his gaze for as long as she can until he steps around her. Inhaling deeply, she smiles a small grin at the deliciousness of it all. She'd meant to unsettle him a little with those words, prod him slightly - she didn't expect Stefan to up the stakes even though she probably should have. He was full of surprises, of late. It was hot.

A game, then; a dance. Katherine loves both. She had been right all those years ago. Stefan was the better dancer out of the brothers.

With an impish smile on her lips, she twirls gracefully around on her heel and clasps her hands loosely behind her back as she saunters leisurely after Stefan, her heels clicking against the pavement every few seconds. She doesn't hurry to catch up. Much as she was normally the one to set the pace and be the one others followed, it gives her something of a secret thrill now to slowly trail a few steps behind Stefan. It appeals to the predatory side of her, a little like stalking a prey. The knowledge that Stefan could hold his own only makes it more exciting.

"That wasn't the only thing you told me that night," she breaks the silence between them, still keeping a good few steps away, "Do you remember?"