Stefan instantly berates himself for thinking so, but there's a part of him deep rooted in the basic instincts and urges of the vampire he's been for the past one hundred and forty-five years that can't help but find her licking the blood off her finger that had been on his face not a moment ago ridiculously attractive. However, there was a big difference between finding something a person does hot and finding that person appealing in a romantic, emotionally involved sense. So, although the way Stefan licks his lips and his eyes lock onto that finger and her mouth by proxy, it's nothing more than the simple, base attraction felt by a boy over the provocative actions of a girl.

Blinking, he swallows and pulls himself out of it, dropping his gaze to the lifeless form at his feet.

"I need to hide this," he says, dropping into a crouch beside the poor man. "Obviously a vampire kill. Only so many to pin that on here and Godric won't approve of any of us killing." The sigh he lets out is genuine. "I shouldn't have done that."

He means eating the Extra - but making out with her is implied, if only to himself.