"Whatever you say,"
Stefan said, laughing. He wasn't gonna argue with her, even if it sounded like she was full of shit right now. He was too busy enjoying himself as they continued to dance. Angel seemed to be getting more and more into it, and he was more than willing to follow her lead. His free hand rested in her hip as she danced against him, sliding a little lower to flatten against her upper thigh as he continued to move with her. He felt the bare skin from where her dress had ridden up, but before he could do or say anything about it, she was turning to face him. A smug grin spread across his lips when he heard her words. If nothing else, Stefan loved being right and feeling like he had won at something. "What? All that confidence fizzling out now?"
he asked, resting his hand on her lower back as he grinded back against her. The friction between them was starting to have an effect and he knew he should probably back off a bit, but his body was already reacting to her closeness and the way she was moving against him. "Shit.. my bad,"
he apologized, stepping back a bit because he knew she probably felt him. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable.