Except they both knew that knowing something with one's head differed radically from knowing it with one's heart.
"There is something that I've been meaning to discuss with you." Vlad set down his mug, reaching over to fish a sheaf of papers from a satchel currently monopolizing one of the kitchen stools. These he then passed to Stefan. "Of course I'd been intending to wait til Christmas but, I think, you will forgive me for jumping the gun this once."
He picked up his mug again, taking a sip, before indicating that Stefan should read.