Stefan was looking forward to a long bath and an easy night after dealing with Colony matters all day, and then going for a run immediately after to chase the bloodthirst away. His face was streaked with dirt, his hair a little wild with twigs and probably a bug or two.
He was not expecting to return to his room to find Elena ensconced in his bed, reading, apparently having made herself comfortable.
The vampire took a deep breath to steady himself and--that was a mistake. A definite mistake, as he could clearly smell Elena's blood and warmth. He straightened his tie and crossed the room to stand at the foot of his bed.
"Elena..." he began, unsure where to start. "...did Damon send you?" It wouldn't be the first time Damon sent a slave to his bed when he was struggling. It was how Damon showed he cared.