Stefan nods. Yes, that works. Too much sex. It's not a lie - because multiple times in one day that he can't count on the fingers of one hand is a little ridiculous, Katherine - but it's not exactly the truth, either. Stefan's becoming the king of white lies, telling just enough of the truth to satisfy whoever he's talking to and hoarding the parts that are lies and truths withheld like some dirty piece of laundry that can't be aired.

"If you insist," he teases, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. One hand remains on the mattress to brace himself with while the other comes up and slides into her curls. He kisses her tenderly, languidly, deliberately pouring as much emotion into the kiss as he can to help emphasize the love he just proclaimed and reassure her that he wasn't going anywhere.