He definitely had been noticing her little nervous habit and he found it adorable. It only made his smirk grow even wider.
"Really," he chuckled. He thought back to the waiter and his face took on a politely bland expression as he asked, "Would you care for something to drink?" a pitch perfect copy of his question from before. And for good measure he added, "Wine, water, tequila? How about some scotch? Or a lemonade? Some kool-aid, perhaps?" to further prove that he had the man's voice down pat, intonations on point, even for words that he hadn't already said. The waiter was easy, as he was hear most recently. If she picked a celebrity of some sort it might have taken him a little longer.
Ileana had only mentioned that Esme had been unwell, but the way she said it made Stefan think she was just under stress. The death of a lover wasn't run of the mill at all and he frowned. What else could he do? "I didn't know," he admitted honestly and shook his head. "I just knew she was on the road. Needed some time away. Wasn't surprised, even less so now that I know what happened." Taking off was something he understood all too well. He let out a nervous cough as he tried to steer the conversation back to something more pleasant. Thankfully the waiter arrived once more, pouring them two glasses of wine and leaving the bottle at their table. When asked for his order, Stefan ordered his steak and looked over at Rosalie. Drinks were one thing but he wouldn't presume to know what she would like to eat.