The straddling was more than a little...distracting, but Stefan really had no choice but to ignore it and how Vlad was so casual about the position. Instead, he focused on the man's face, that smug little expression, those clear eyes, high cheekbones... All very appealing.
No, that wasn't helping either. Fuck.
Words, he needed to say words.
"I would let things lie, only to strike later, when your guard is down. Isn't that what you would do, master?"