Diana knew precious little about witches. She tended to conflate them with mages, which was a whole different ball of wax.

Fortunately (or unfortunately) her attention was beginning to drift away from the necklace to Rebekah's neckline. She was really gorgeous. And now that Diana had decided not to hate her, she couldn't help but notice it.

Stefan certainly had a type too, didn't he?

"How about a dance?" she asked suddenly.