Klaus walks into Rousseau's after weeks of passing by, but not entering. He spots Camille immediately, beautiful in a white cotton dress. Their eyes meet as he strides purposely up to the bar.

"Hey, stranger," she says, wiping the counter. "Haven't seen you around lately. Parental duties call?"

He nods, sitting on a stool. "Yes, as it turns out, Freya has no idea how to care for a child."

"Neither do you, I'm sure," Cami says, raising a brow and pouring him some bourbon. "Don't you wish Hope's mother were around?"

Klaus frowns. "Hello to you too, Camille."

She pours a glass for herself. "Haley, yes, I think that's her name."

"It's a complicated matter-"

"Yes, quite- one that you created-".

"Which I'm reminded of by my brother everyday. Elijah is home, by the way."

Cami takes a sip. "I know."

"Oh yes," Klaus smirks, "I forgot you two are friends."

"Klaus..."

"One of several of your acquaintances that are plotting my demise. Let's see, there is my brother... Marcel... Davina- am I forgetting someone? Josh, the wolves... All want me dead..."

Cami shakes he head. "And whose fault is that?!"

His eyes turned dark. "I did what I had to for my daughter!"

"Who needs her mother, Klaus!"

"I'm working on it!" he spouts.

Cami pointedly stares at him, silently demanding more.

Klaus lowers his voice. "As it turns out, undoing a curse is infinitely harder than setting one."

Her eyes soften.

"But I am working on it," Klaus murmurs. "I promise. Rebekah is looking into it, as well, while she researches resurrecting Kol. "

Cami looks down at her drink. "You can't be the only one that gets everything you want."

"Camille, I know that."

"And stop being so paranoid. You won."

She waits for Klaus to say something more, but he doesn't. They stare at each other for a long moment.

"Why are you here?" she asks finally.

Klaus reaches into his coat and pulls a golden locket out. "Rebekah procured this for you on my behalf." He places it on the counter.

Cami immediately runs her finger down the delicate chain and along its flowery etchings. It's beautiful.

"Klaus," she murmurs. "I don't know what to say."

He reaches over to take it from her. "It binds you to me- turn around."

Cami feels breathless. She turns around as Klaus undoes the clasp and reaches over the counter to put it on her. "Klaus, I- why-".

"So I can find you-" His touch is delicate to her skin as the side of his hand slides her hair off her neck.

"Oh- I -" she sputtered confusedly. Her heart aches.

Klaus clasps it on. "In an emergency, you see?"

Cami raises her brows. It was not a romantic gift, she realized. "But why-"

"My enemies are all local now," he explains as she turns around to face him, her hands still on the locket. "They know what you m- they know we are friends. If they were to use you against me..."

"Klaus-"

"Davina, Marcel- even my brother- I know you trust them, but if they get desperate... What I'm saying is I need to be able to find you if need be."

"No," she insists. "The wouldn't do that. Not everyone is like you."

Klaus recoils and Cami immediately regrets it.

"Klaus, I didn't mean that."

"No, love, I'm afraid they are more like me than you realize," he murmurs. Cami says nothing and Klaus sighs and gets up. "Listen, if I can find you, then I can you keep you safe. I have no intention of invading your life. See your friends. See whomever you like. I won't be at every corner. Will you wear it? Please."

Cami wants to know more. How does it work? What does it mean underneath all his reasons. But she doesn't ask.

She only stares at him. "I will," she says softly.

Klaus nods. "I'll leave you to your work then." He strides away, but turns back at the door. "Camille?" he asks.

"Hmmm?" she manages, devoid of words.

"You are wrong on two accounts," he says matter-of-factly. "I didn't win... and I didn't get everything I wanted."

With that, Klaus leaves Rousseau's and Cami is left still holding the locket. It's welded shut.

She slowly turns it around and then she sees it. Engraved in the back.

A tiny, cursive "K".