Vlad finished his coffee, watching Stefan as he disappeared up the stairs.
Once finished, he dumped the mug into the basin and quickly rinsed it. Then he, too, made his way up the stairs and headed toward the master bedroom.
Slipping out of his dressing gown, he hung it on its peg. The air had a bite to it, making the hair on his arms prickle.
He made his way to the closet, digging out a well-worn pair of jeans, a shirt and then a sweater. He laid these carefully out on the bed and then began the meticulous process of dressing himself.