For a moment, Stefan is distracted by the flush of color staining her cheeks, but quickly blinks and looks elsewhere, focusing on one of the bright white walls to get his thoughts back in order. Business first. That's why he came here. Using the availability of the moment to have a conversation that could've been done over the tablets in person, for the sake of being able to do it in person for a change.

"The fake? I'll switch it with the real moonstone. Once I've got the real one, I'll... give it to you, I guess. It's part of the curse involving you; you should be the one holding it, who's in control of what happens to it."