He is possessive to the point of being jealous that you are close to Stefan.

• Come here.

He rules with a tone of authority

• There is no chair.

You exclaim looking around.

• Face me like one, come on.

He invites you to sit on his lap and you go.

• For a chair, you breathe loudly.

You whisper in a joking tone.

• And do you shake it too much, can you stay quiet, or do you want to feel what you shouldn't?

He says staring at you.