[ Even from a time before they'd met, before they'd share deeper conversations, before she was his constant blonde distraction, before they'd consummated the forbidden desire once, before she'd tracked him down spiraling out of control and sent him back to Hope, head held above the tail between his legs... she's taking care of him. She's worried he's going to feed and lose control over his faculties. ]
We can go wherever you like, Caroline.
[ He means it. He knows Caroline is deflecting, not taking him to his daughter's apartment, not alerting her to his presence here. But such things come with time. His daughter is bound to be guarded. Him being there, professing his love to Caroline (seriously, that's his priority with Hope there...). He knows there must be underlying scars from his last time. Or, from before he lost his memories. He's not sure which scenario is the truth. He's leaning toward a different him, as the concept of timelines open up the idea of him now vs the Klaus who'd came before, possibly from a time before.
Once again, as nonchalantly as he did before, Klaus steps over one of the soldier's bodies. Nothing to see here. ]
I'm not particularly famished, but if it will make you feel better, I could go for a bite. You forget I've had over a thousand years to practice discipline. [ Not that he's ... shown that discipline often. But that's because he hardly cared. In this case, he knows discretion is of the utmost importance. If need be, he'll crawl around in the muck and drink from bagged blood. But, he does miss the warm pulse from the wrist. It's classier in a wine class. ]
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We can go wherever you like, Caroline.
[ He means it. He knows Caroline is deflecting, not taking him to his daughter's apartment, not alerting her to his presence here. But such things come with time. His daughter is bound to be guarded. Him being there, professing his love to Caroline (seriously, that's his priority with Hope there...). He knows there must be underlying scars from his last time. Or, from before he lost his memories. He's not sure which scenario is the truth. He's leaning toward a different him, as the concept of timelines open up the idea of him now vs the Klaus who'd came before, possibly from a time before.
Once again, as nonchalantly as he did before, Klaus steps over one of the soldier's bodies. Nothing to see here. ]
I'm not particularly famished, but if it will make you feel better, I could go for a bite. You forget I've had over a thousand years to practice discipline. [ Not that he's ... shown that discipline often. But that's because he hardly cared. In this case, he knows discretion is of the utmost importance. If need be, he'll crawl around in the muck and drink from bagged blood. But, he does miss the warm pulse from the wrist. It's classier in a wine class. ]