Stefan smirked as he watched her compel the waiter, always amazed by how she did it so easily. She'd got him wearing vervain almost as soon as they'd started dating to protect him from the mind games Damon liked to try to play with him in the early days. It was concealed in a tiny hidden compartment in the ring she'd given him to wear on his middle finger and he very rarely took the piece of jewellery off. He was fiddling with it now, as he often did, as he watched her.
"Bad girl," he said once the waiter was gone, but reached out and took the wine list from her anyway. He scanned over it for a moment, seeing loads of names of wines he didn't know anything about. He scrunched up his nose and handed it back to her - the expert. "You choose," he said, turning his attention to the foor menu instead - much more his area.