He fought a smile when Vlad's fingers were suddenly sliding through his hair to muss the strands up further, and just focused on pouring himself a cup. With the coffee left black, Stefan turned and looked the older vampire over, trying to not let his eyes wander on the sight of his mostly bared, tattooed chest.
"I've been up," Stefan admitted after taking a long drink of the fresh coffee. He was sure his master didn't want to hear about how he'd barely slept the night before, but, what else was he supposed to say?