Re: Stairwell, going down from the 12th: 7:00 a.m.
Stefan would've eventually gotten around to simply asking her, once the surprise wore off. She seemed unaffected by his attempts, even somewhat sensing them, and that had him on his guard. “Thank you,” he said gratefully and jumped up to perch upon her knee. He still would have preferred to see her closer, but this was better than on the floor. “They call me... Stefan.” It took him a while to remember his name, for he couldn’t recall anyone calling him that in this form. “And what is your name?” He paused and then asked carefully, “Are you a witch?” That would make sense, considering her immunity to his efforts.