Stefan followed the pair out to the foyer and sighed a little as he peered around the both of them to squint at the snow falling from the sky.
"Magic," he sighed. "Tabitha...I don't suppose I could appeal to your kindness for a little while longer?" he smiled, rueful. "But if you'd rather I leave, I should probably make for the Colony now." He was a vampire, after all. The cold posed no real threat to him other than being an inconvenience.