"I can see that, Elena," he murmured under his breath in a bit of a stern tone, pushing the plate of food across the counter in her direction in a bid for her to come over. His body was relaxed and he didn't look ready to come after her...at least not if she was going to get into the kitchen. "Have your meal. Just like a I promised," Stefan mentioned casually, turning around to go further into the kitchen so he could fill a glass with ice and water for her. Hopefully she was at least a bit comforted right now that he looked like he wasn't going to hurt her. "And then we have to talk when you're done."