Katherine could see herself being amused by her doppelganger, if the girl wasn't quite so ... naive? Inexperienced, perhaps, that was a better descriptor.
"You're asking the wrong questions."
Like why the big bad vampire isn't currently snacking on you, little doppelganger of mine. Why doesn't she question that?
Or why she isn't running for the hills, useless as that would be.
Or why, as Stefan – her Stefan – charges oh so slowly to her dopplganger's rescue, Katherine leaves her standing there untouched.
Some things are in the blood, and a girl loves to play with her prey.
She won't admit it, not yet, but Elena is a Petrova. In the end, when the cards are on the table, life is naught but a game, and Petrovas are the players.
She don't even know she's playing yet. It's almost cute.
That sort of innocence – naivety, really – is almost intoxicating, if only in small doses. Anything more and it spoils.