Stefan took the proffered glass and swirled it around as he looked up at Damon, who was steadily running his mouth. Honestly? He really liked to push Stefan's buttons, didn't he?
"I don't think Elena and my relationship is any of your business," he said smugly before taking a sip. Really, it bothered him that Damon was able to discern his moods so quickly when Stefan could rarely figure out Damon's. Damn him. He stood and strode past his brother, downing the remainder of the drink and pouring another. He turned to face Damon again, holding the glass at chest level and giving him a smirk. "Are you jealous? Feeling left out?"