As soon as she said she was sorry, Stefan pulled back, lips and chin smeared with her blood, a satisfied smirk on his face. He let go of her and let her drop to the floor, walking away to grab a towel from the kitchen so he could clean himself up. "Don't try that again," he said in a steely voice, frowning at his ruined shirt. Great. Now he was going to have to take silverware away from her. She would just have to deal with eating with her hands...maybe on the floor.