Of course Elena kept pressing him to make decisions. This was his house, after all. As much as he kept going on about her decorating it, she wanted him to be comfortable, too. It was pure stubbornness on both sides.
Balanced on a chair, Elena was leaning over, struggling to lift the curtain rod into place. Perhaps she shouldn't have chosen such a heavy fabric. But she shook her head at Stefan's question.
"I've got it," she answered, voice slightly strained as she pushed the rod a few more inches up and into the setting. She focused on the curtains, tugging the fabric so that it hung evenly. But she leaned a bit too far, chair wobbling as she lost her balance. Of course Stefan caught her.
"...that was so graceful," she sighed, looking up at him.