Stefan was amused at first, his eyes twinkling. But then he grew more and more agitated. Damon really knew how to hit home, and deep down Stefan wondered if he was right. When Damon turned away, Stefan fought for composure. He didn't want a fight tonight. He had genuinely wanted to try to see what Elena did in his brother.
Finally getting control of himself, he plopped down on the sofa, looking up at Damon casually. At least appearances could be deceiving. Inside, he was boiling with turmoil. "I just think you're jealous. Elena does resemble Katherine quite a bit, don't you think? Surely that's why you put on your act in front of her," he remarked, swirling his drink... what was left of it.