Even though Stefan had told her that time and time again, claiming she really was the most beautiful sight to behold on the planet, she still teethed at her bottom lip to hold back a massive grin before she pecked him on the lips. "You're not bad looking yourself, Mr. Salvatore." Elena moved her hands and slid them down Stefan's chest slowly, until they ended up in his lap, on his thighs. "And...since we're in Italy...I think you should speak Italian to me." The girl gave him a cheeky grin, sitting back a bit, her wide brown eyes capturing his green ones. "Because that'd be super romantic, you know..."