In response to her question, Stefan stops walking and turns around. "I know we've only known each other for a short while," he says as he walks back towards her, allowing that old Virginian drawl to seep back into his voice, a remnant of the Old South that modern Virginians seemed to lack and Stefan himself had shed some time ago, "and I know I am in competition for your affections, but I've never met a woman quite like you."

Stefan may be very good at dancing - in more ways than one - but he wasn't necessarily fond of it. Not anymore. Yet, he'd started this game, and stubbornly, he wasn't about to throw in the towel just yet. He wasn't willing to give up that advantage and this reeled her in and helped keep her focus on him and off everyone else.

"I look at you and I see an angel."