Damon leaned in against Stefan's ear, whispering against it, with hot breath.
"Somehow, I don't believe you," he said, the smugness on his face more than clear in his voice. He could picture the conversation exactly. Elena had made a little 'woe is me speech' and Stefan, being a dutiful brother, had kindly advised her to learn her place as quickly as possible.
"It's easy for you, isn't it Stefan? She can feel safe around you, because you don't make her want it."