Stefan snorted. "The princess, huh? I'll be sure to tell her you think so. But no, she hasn't. She just..." he stopped, realizing that perhaps Damon was fishing. "Well, that's none of your business. Why aren't you our canoodling with Caroline or pretending to be some vampire hater with Sheriff Forbes?" he asked, uncrossing his arms and moving to a lounge chair to sit. He didn't relax - you always had to be on alert with Damon around. But he wasn't as tense as when Damon first came back. He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, watching his brother.