His smile went a little bigger because, of course the artist would enjoy the compliment, but it really was well earned--not that Vlad would ever let someone inexperienced near his body for something so permanent.
He was slightly nervous, oddly enough, (even with Vlad's obvious attraction) but still shrugged the sweater off before tugging the t-shirt up and away with it. He was just as bare as his Master now, showing pale skin and perfect muscle, as well as the colorless rose on his right shoulder. Stefan twisted his upper body just enough for Vlad to see it.