His eyes widened. Crap, that wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to talk to Stefan. He was quickly deciding not wanting to make her cry was maybe not such a good thing. At least, not for him.
Backing away a bit, he looked around the room quickly, trying to find something else to talk about, and found the perfect thing. "Oi! Ain't it August? Why the bloody 'ell is it snowin'?"