[Stefan tilts his head as he listens - because she's right. He can't deny himself, any part of himself, as he moves forward. He's not the man who he used to be, but he (supposedly) should have the same preferences. The same innate qualities that make him Stefan, rather than someone else altogether.

Qetsiyah's spell was thorough, even by witch standards - but even she can't unlink a person's very essence.]

I don't plan on it. [He grins, baring his bitty fangs.] I don't drink people, but I'm a vampire. I should own up to it.

[Rather than, say, rejecting it for a century and a half. He's no shrink - which is why he's here in Cami's office - but he feels that if he keeps denying the very fabric of who he is, the Ripper could knock on everyone's doors again.]

See, I'd normally agree that they aren't. My brother's allowed to date whoever he wants, [even if Stefan grimaces at the idea,] but Elena had to pick all these intensely romantic memories? Without you know, expecting me to pick up on what those meant?

Surely there were other moments to capitalize on. Ones that weren't so - I don't know, leading.