The logical part of Stefan's brain is screaming at him to take a step back, to stop this trip down memory lane, but he continues on, despite better judgment. Oh, Stefan. What are you doing?

"You stole my line a moment ago, but I suppose for continuity's sake, I shall repeat it," he remarks slipping out of the drawl for a moment, then laying it on thick again. He mimics his earlier actions in lifting his hand to her cheek, fingers grazing her skin while his touch linger. "To touch your skin...my entire body ignites. I kiss you and I know that I am falling in love."

Stefan, this would be where you should end the game and stop. And yet he just stands there.