He thought Vlad was still asleep, or nearly; enough that he could get away without any talk of trying to get him to stay. No, he needed air, to think...maybe a cup of coffee.
Stefan was careful about pulling himself up from the man's naked body, his eyes lingering over the features of Vlad's face while he did. First step was to remove the man's arm from his waist (as much as a part of him wanted to stay), and it was actually a lot easier than he thought it would be. That made it simple to quietly pull back the covers and slip out of bed and onto his feet.
Quickly, he bent over to reach for his pants and then was back up, stick straight, glancing at his Master with wide eyes, the sight of it all--so perfect--seared into his mind.