For a moment, he just laid there on top of the man, his cheek resting against his chest while he attempted to not think about how comfortable this could be--in spite of the freezing cold. And then Vlad spoke up again, causing the boy to sit up, straddling his thighs.
There was quite the smirk on Stefan's handsome, young face, as there should be considering he suddenly--with his speed--collected another snowball and then stuffed it into Vlad's face, laughing. "No. Now we're even."