"If that's your way of saying I look good for my age, I appreciate your tact," Stefan replied, teasing just a little. "Damon and I were turned at the same time, one hundred and forty-four years ago." It seemed longer, somehow, and still like only yesterday. "I'm not sure why they decided not to wait until I'd reached maturity." But he blamed Damon all the same. His brother couldn't have waited five years? Seriously?