"I should get going," Stefan says after a moment, taking a step back from her, but sliding his hands into hers as he does so. "Get cleaned up and find something else to wear so Damon doesn't flip out on me and start up with the third degree."

He'll shower somewhere, hatch new clothes and dispose of the ones he's wearing. New shoes, too. If he got any blood on them, Damon will be able to smell it. Such a dangerous game he's playing.