"Alright, we need new clothes and I'm taking Caroline to dinner. Gimme your credit card." Anna stretches her hand out expectantly.
Stefan looks her up and down, laughing incredulously. She's wearing a short, unbuttoned Chinese-style silk jacket, a red lace top lazily exposing her midriff and a pair of ridiculously tight black jeans shorts. "Seriously, Anna? Five hundred years and you haven't managed to set up an investment portfolio? Doesn't it feel a little humiliating to have a sugar daddy three hundred years your junior?"
"Three hundred eighty four." She sticks out her tongue, making no move to retract her hand. "And if you'd bothered paying attention to me while we've been together, you'd know that under the right circumstances… I love to be humiliated." She bats her long eyelashes meaningly at him.
He smiles at her joke, somehow feeling his spirits lifted a little by her eternal playfulness. "Fine. Knock yourself out." He leans down to plant a small kiss on her cheek, affectionately pinching her through the fabric of her shorts after sticking the card in her back pocket, earning him a smile in return and a feigned slap in the face.
"Thanks, Daddy. See ya at curfew." She turns her head and waves at him, slowly wiggling her butt while she walks away.