Diana fell off the chair. It wasn't her most graceful moment, but she was just so delightedly amused that she made it look adorable, somehow. Of the many sins the two of them had committed with such an ability, it was perhaps the least objectionable.

Or so she'd believe, anyway.

More importantly, she could put any lingering doubts about his reform behind her. Not a drop of blood shed.

"You're still the cat's pajamas, Stefan."