"I need a favour," Caroline told Klaus sternly after dragging him out of a meeting with Elijah, Rebekah and his mom. Kol must've been in the torture chamber with Tyler at the moment.

Caroline's hope for Tyler's wellbeing was dwindling faster than she wanted to admit and she had to do something. Caroline never got to seeing him like he asked, she didn't know if it was because she was stressing about Klaus, or because seeing him was the last thing she wanted to do. Tyler insulted her and then told her about his mom so she wouldn't notice it in the moment. Now the longer Caroline did think about it, the more fury stirred within her.

At this moment in time, Tyler wasn't on her mind, Klaus was. Only because it was totally embarrassing to be asking him for something after she purposely didn't even looked at him since he told her about Henrik two days ago. She also needed to confirm to her friends that this was not charity work, it was because she wanted to, despite Klaus.

An amused and curious look appeared on his face, "what would be so important that you needed to pull me away from my dear mother who'll now despise you even more than previously? If you wish to see Tyler, you'll have to ask Kol. He's the one with your beloved boyfriend. Now I must return to my disastrous family meeting–"

"No," Caroline replied sharply, not wanting to waste anymore time with him than needed. "I didn't want to see Tyler, I wanted to see you."

Caroline grimaced as she heard her words come out and a smug smirk came to Klaus's lips. "I thought you hated me love," Klaus teased as he tauntingly moved closer to her. His hand rubbed her arm slowly.

"You know I didn't mean it like that… I'm mad at both of you. You're a mom murderer and he's a kidnapper. Both are terrible. I still… hate you."

As Klaus smiled at her once more, he moved towards her ear, his nose grazing past her cheek. Caroline bit her tongue to refrain from letting a soft moan slip. Her skin was on fire from his touch. It was like he was trying to tempt her to give in! Unbelievable!

"After you learned about Carol Lockwood I wasn't so sure you'd come back."

It took all of Caroline's physical and mental strength to push Klaus away from her. "I'm not coming back," she hissed, "I needed a favour. Not a lying, mother murdering, dickhead of a friend. I don't want to spend a second more than I need to with you so let's cut the the chase. I need a floor of that big building where Bonnie works."

"An entire floor for yourself?" Klaus asked. "To work? It could get a bit lonely. What do you intend to do? If you're starting a business, I'm sure I could help you relieve the stress…"

"Not for myself, for the kids," Caroline snapped and she could tell that she peeked his interest. "I remember you said Rebekah was lonely because she was different than other kids right? Well, if you chose us, I'm guessing our kids might as well be training here already. So my friends and I were thinking that we could make a space for our kids to be with kids like them here. It would save a lot of money and time. Kids could go to school, come back here and then go home with their parents. Less money spent on ridiculously expensive child care and nannies–"

"How has this idea come to be?" Klaus raised an eyebrow and glanced down at her stomach warily, "are you with a child?"

"Seriously?!" Caroline crossed her arms, "this is for Henrik and other couples with kids here. For other people who might want kids like Elena and Ric and I know Rebekah is totally mommy material. Elijah and Katherine are either not careful at all or maybe Elijah might have a small inkling of a want to be a dad. I want to make opportunities for people here to live differently, normally. Maybe if Camille moves here so you can quit harassing me already, you two might–"

"Highly unlikely. Though I am unaware of the desires within her, I doubt Camille has interest in the wonders of motherhood. Given my past with my own fathers, I don't think I'd purposely ruin a child's life by parenting it." Klaus raised an eyebrow, "would you like to have children? Not now of course, you're still quite young, but later in life."

Caroline clicked her tongue, knowing he was trying to keep her longer. "Yeah of course I would, but I thought my whole life out with Tyler in it. Now that there's this, how could I let a kidnapper be a dad?" Klaus opened his mouth to speak, but Caroline cut him short. "Don't even think about it. First of all there is no way in hell that I'd ever have sex with you of all people and on top of that, be so irresponsible to let you impregnate me."

A smile appeared on his lips, "I was actually going to say you'd make a great mother no matter the father's identity. We're both aware that you wouldn't touch me with a thirty nine and a half foot pole."

Slightly blushing, a scoff left her mouth, "the pity move isn't going to work on me, you killed Tyler's mom–"

"Yet you're still here," Klaus countered with a gaze that made Caroline hold her breath and clench her thighs together. He moved back towards her and held her face gently, brushing her tinted pink cheek with his calloused thumb. The only time his eyes left hers was for a split second when they landed on her lips, a slight smirk emerging. Everything inside her head screamed for Caroline to slap Klaus, but her body urged her to close the space between them. "It shows me you're not as strong as you make yourself out as sweetheart. You long for my presence just as I do you."

His thumb continued to make patterns on her cheek and Caroline squeezed eyes shut. "Klaus," Caroline said sternly as she backed away, unaware if she would give in to the darkest part of herself. "I came here and asked you something. You didn't answer so do you know anyone who actually has control over these things."

"Talk over lunch?" Klaus questioned, the devious smile on his lips still evident. He took her hand and pressed his lips to it. "Let me make it up with you. At this moment, all I can think of is you and your forgiveness. Only you."

"And all I can think of is you lying to me about this like you do with everything else." That was a lie, Caroline was also think about his soft lips on the back of her hand. "Now tell me who can help me with this?"

Klaus pulled away from her hand to answer, "my mother, perhaps Elijah. Of course it would be much easier for you to gain access to them through a family member."

"Someone I can trust right? So Rebekah or Kol?"

An exasperated noise came from Klaus, "Kol over me? Don't be stupid sweetheart. He's currently beating up your boyfriend."

"At least I know that's the truth because he told me on his way. Kol hasn't lied to me. Ever which is much more than you can say."

"That's not fair! You barely speak with Kol, what could he possibly lie about? I want to protect you, I'll do anything, even lie, to confirm your wellbeing. I'm not sorry for Tyler's mother or the lies that I told and I'm not asking you to look past that or forgive me. I only want for you to stop pushing me away. Allow me to make it up to you."

It was really sweet how Klaus wanted to make amends with her so bad (apart from the part where he killed Tyler's mom). It was as if she was the only one that mattered to him. Caroline nearly allowed herself to smile. "I–"

"Klaus?" An unfortunately familiar voice inquired. "Are you up here?" Camille appeared from behind the corner and grinned as she met his eyes and made her way over to him. Once Camille got to them, she stepped in front of Caroline and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Hey, there you are. I got your message, you wanted me?"

"Not now Camille…"

She smirked a bit, "lighten up. Are we still on for lunch?"

There Camille went again, ignoring her entire existence. She was officially done with her. With both of them. They were going to ride off to New Orleans for who knows how long, Caroline didn't need to associate with the two of them for the remainder of their time in Virginia.

"Hi, Camille," she said with fake cheeriness. "Just to let you know, just because I'm a 'baby assassin', doesn't mean I'm invisible you bitch. Maybe I overreacted when we first met, but this little charade has gotten totally out of hand. Stop being so jealous because he's into me. Your problem is with Klaus, and we are two very different people. I don't care what happens between you two, just don't take it out on me!"

"Caroline…"

She almost sneered at Klaus as she ripped her hand away from it. "You didn't need to lie, Klaus! If you've got plans with someone else, don't come and ask me so it blows up in my face and makes me look stupid!" She exclaimed harshly. "If you wanted me to never forgive you for killing Tyler's mom, you should've just said so. No need to be a fucking douche about it!"

"Love, please–"

"Stop! Just stop it okay?" Caroline groaned, tired of Klaus's bullshit. If he wanted to spend his free time with Clingy Cami, why lie saying he wanted to be with her. "I don't need you for this. You weren't much help anyway." Caroline knocked on the door that Klaus's meeting was in and shortly after Elijah opened the door.

"Caroline?" Elijah asked as he let her in and she shut it immediately.

"What on Earth happened out there?" Rebekah interrogated, "why do you look so bloody pissed?"

Caroline groaned angrily and crossed her arms. "Klaus and Camille are just…" Before she could finish, Esther's cold eyes pierced into hers and Caroline took it as a silent warning. The last thing she needed was a murderous mother on her back. Caroline laughed dryly to cover her anger. "…are too busy talking about New Orleans and stuff like that and he won't help me choose flower arrangements. I only want everything to be perfect for him."

"Are you in need of something from us?" Elijah questioned while he gestured for her to sit. "We will always be perfectly willing to assist you."

There was no point in waiting to ease into her request. With Esther's eyes burning through her soul, Caroline wanted to say it quick, then get out of there. "Um, I need a floor of that big building."

"That can be done," Elijah agreed simply. "I believe the seventh floor is currently being cleared out. Has the date been decided?"

Caroline cleared her throat awkwardly, "It's actually not for the party. It's for another, a different reason. I know it's not really my place to say or suggest or whatever but want to make place here for kids. A place where they can stay and learn if they have to be like us. Like your brother or if you and Katherine have a kid and stuff. I know this is like out of the blue and I promise I'm not pregnant or anything. I just wanna help."

"Katerina and I may bear a child and a safer place for her or him will be needed, but why would Kol or Niklaus have anything to do with it?"

"I'm talking about your littlest brother, Henrik," Caroline corrected him, trying not to make her glances towards Esther obvious.

Elijah paused hesitantly, exchanging short looks with Rebekah Esther before speaking again, "I'm assuming Niklaus told you about the situation revolving around Henrik."

Nodding, Caroline let her eyes drop to the floor, undeserving shame washing over her. "That's why I haven't gone to see Tyler recently. I have no idea what to say to him. And I'm sorry to you guys because I was oblivious when it happened and I couldn't stop it. To make it up to you, I got a group looking for Henrik just incase the interrogation doesn't work out that well. I'm rambling sorry. I'm here asking for a floor. Is it possible for you to think about it? See what you can do?"

"I personally think that's a great idea," Rebekah smiled encouragingly at Caroline before turning back to Elijah. "Don't you think brother? I'm sure there's a floor or two collecting dust up there, it's time we put them to use."

Esther cut in before Elijah could answer, "I'm afraid this is not up to Elijah. It is up to me. I believe a private discussion between me and Caroline is needed."

Caroline tensed. What if Esther decided to do the deed then and there? They were going to be completely alone, no one could help her. But Caroline had learned, she could hold her off and at least get out right? Unless Esther had a gun, then it was over.

"Spare yourself the boredom of arrangements and say yes already mother. All us young adults will inevitably become baby boomers in the next few years. The Mikaelsons will expand and a space with other children will be good for our offspring."

"Rebekah please. There is every possibility for secret downsides to this project," Esther pointed out before adding, "and all Mikaelson children will be raised as you and your brothers were."

"I wouldn't so sure of that mother," Elijah countered while leading his sister out of the door he opened. "People like Katerina wouldn't exactly leap at the chance to give you control of her child's life."

Rebekah agreed, "I myself would want a kid of mine perfectly sane, unlike how I was bred mother. Don't let her intimidate you Caroline." With that, Elijah and Rebekah were off, leaving them alone.

"Have a seat Caroline, I wouldn't want your discomfort especially with the discussion I intend to have with you."

Caroline cautiously sat down and smoothed out her dress, "thanks."

"Niklaus has told you the entire story of Henrik's kidnapping," Esther started, folding her hands on his desk. "Who have you assembled to look for him?"

"It's Stefan and Damon Salvatore, Elena and Jeremy Gilbert, Bonnie Bennett, Alaric Saltzman, and Matt Donovan," Caroline listed. "They're all from Mystic Falls, you probably know that. I thought it would be easier to reach them because I know them."

"Are you consumed by guilt?" Esther asked. "The feeling eating away at your insides, getting closer to your heart with each bite. It seems it's already reached your head."

"I don't get it–"

"My son's kidnapping was the doing of Tyler, not you. You do not have to apologize on his behalf, you need not do anything on his behalf. Thus making your search party utterly unnecessary."

"I'm not doing this because of guilt about Tyler, I swear I'm not. I-I do feel guilty but getting Henrik back to you and the rest of the Mikaelsons is not just because of how I feel."

"How you feel is in fact what is behind this operation, you are unable to deny that. What you are feeling about is a different topic entirely. Ethics and morals could be what's fuelling your desire to find my child, but I believe it's a smoke screen. A camouflage for the real reason."

"Yeah?" Caroline challenged while crossing her arms, doubting there was anything else than her morals that would play a part in saving a kid. "What might that be?"

"Not what but who. Niklaus is the undoubtedly the reason you're so eager. You would like to bring him the joy he once had, not because of guiltiness but because you've grown to care deeply for my son and not strictly friendship wise."

As she thought of what to say, Caroline tried not to change her expression. Esther's just playing with you, trying to see what you're about, Caroline told herself. She doesn't know anything about you and Klaus so stop thinking so hard. You love Tyler. You were friends with Klaus, but now you're mad at him. You are saving Henrik because he deserves to be saved. There's no deeper meaning to it.

"Never in a million years would I like Klaus like that," is what she came up with then the rest fell out mindlessly. "Like seriously? Did Klaus tell you that? If he did, he's trying to rile you up or something because I'm not on good terms with him to scare me back to him–"

"Niklaus told me no such thing," Esther confirmed sternly, "all words he speaks of you to his siblings are words of praise, defence or raging in envy. You are oblivious to how much of an open book you are. I am aware of your longing to fill the void that was left in him when his brother was stolen. The one that Camille filled and emptied."

Caroline felt her like her heart was being squeezed hearing Camille's name and more importantly, her filling a hole in Klaus's heart left by his goddamn brother. Meaning he loved her, a lot. And she loved him back and they were happy. Klaus was happy. Klaus must've felt human and at peace.

"How do you know Camille filled the hole in Klaus's heart?" Caroline questioned, trying to sound more curious than jealous. "They were in New Orleans, you were here."

"I have my sources. Niklaus thinks he was the one who informed me about their relationship when he came to warn me to let him be with you, but I've know for quite the while. I liked Camille even as a bartender, there is a sort of dark mystery to her character," Esther commented. "Though outstandingly ridiculous, I understand why he refused to say anything, he wanted to protect her from the dark. Camille loved him with such depth, she followed him in. All that was for nothing once you appeared in Niklaus's line of view so even though it has been long, I believe that is why Camille is turning her jealousy into anger towards you."

"So you heard us outside…" Caroline grimaced.

"The lies were unnecessary," Esther informed her, "we all heard your little spat. What makes you different from Camille is that even if you were certain about how you felt about my son, you would never follow him by choice. You're lucky we have made the choice for you. But this is not about your feelings, it's about his. If it was up to Niklaus, he would drop anything and everything for you. He's determined to make you his own, spending no time to think of the consequences."

A sigh left Caroline's lips, "he's going to distracted and weak and vulnerable. I know, I know. He's told me this before and–"

Esther stopped her, "what of putting you in danger? Has he told you of that?" Caroline shook her head, unaware of what Esther was suggesting. "People come for my son directly and indirectly. His undeniable love for you has created but another branch for people to harm him. People do not come for my children because we are yet to be defeated. You on the other hand are helpless and delicate at the hand of danger. Niklaus's enemies will come for you to hurt him. And there is no doubt in my mind, he will hurt."

"I spend more time learning how to fight them off," Caroline answered sternly.

"That only broadcasts to Niklaus that every moment he spends loving you, is only endangering you." Esther countered. "He'll be anxious and come back to protect you or even worse, bring you to the battlefield."

"There are people here that can help me here. My friends can help me," Caroline suggested desperately.

"They have responsibilities, your friends will not be there on your beck and call. It can happen any second."

"Well what do you want me to do?!" Caroline accidentally snapped.

Caroline knew everything Esther was saying was true. She thought Klaus was bad for her, but she was bad for him, in this situation at least. The fate of TVD New Orleans was depending on Klaus, she couldn't distract him.

"What do you want me to do?" She asked again, softer and exasperated this time. "I don't want him to– I don't want anything to happen to him."

"Destroy my son's feelings for you. Tell him you rather die than be with the monster he is. Anything to get him angry, sad, as long as you're sure Niklaus will not love you."

Her heart sank at those words. 'She told me she'd rather die than stay here and become the monster I was.'

"I can't– Klaus told me about him and Aurora and what she said to him and how she broke his heart. Even though it was so long ago, he'd be heartbroken. What if he never loves again because of this?"

"There is no need for you to want to humanize Niklaus," Esther told her. "I know I would want my son alive and heartbroken than dead and in love."

He could die Caroline, she told herself. You can't take that chance.

When Caroline didn't answer, Esther started again. "It is your choice, Caroline. Choose wisely." Esther told her she could leave and when Caroline reached the door, she called her again. Caroline turned to her and Esther made a face that closely resembled a smile. "Your idea isn't bad, you can have a floor, ask Elijah to assist you. Thank you for your time."

"What is it that you want Camille?!" Klaus questioned angrily while storming out of his house with Camille on his tail. It was unbelievable how close he was to having Caroline's forgiveness before it was ripped from his hands.

Klaus despised being in a knot with Caroline. She was the source of his laughter, amusement, enjoyment. Though Klaus tried not to reveal it, he was frustrated enough having to leave her in Virginia with Kol training her in addition. Klaus wouldn't want to be on bad terms with her if he went to New Orleans and for some strange reason, not come back.

When he came back, he wanted her embrace to be as the one she gave him after they captured Tyler. He needed to hear her say those words again. That she wouldn't let go because once Klaus was in Virginia again, he wouldn't either.

"Lunch," she answered, "I haven't eaten anything all day."

"Refrain from dancing around the question and I might refrain from sending you back to New Orleans now," Klaus retorted.

Rolling her eyes playfully, Camille smiled at him. Klaus didn't return the favour. "I'm not dancing around anything, I've been craving beignets since I got here–"

"As a usual user of sarcasm, I'm sure you'd be able to recognize it Cami."

"–and you, my friend, should stop playing around. I know you won't send me back to NOLA because first of all, you can't. And second, Esther would punish you by taking all your toys away." Klaus clenched his jaw and refrained from yelling at Camille at the top of his lungs. "I'm sure you know taking all toys means killing your fiery assassin friend. We– or more specifically, you wouldn't want that, would you?"

"When will you admit that your petty jealousy has gotten the best of you, hmm?"

Camille sighed and threw her arms in the air. "I'm not jealous. I want you to show me around Virginia Klaus. I've never been here before. Let's go somewhere with a bar, I could finally see what it's like to be on the other side of the table."

Klaus turned to face her, "no."

"No? Why not?"

"Why is it you throw me deeper in the hole with Caroline whenever you show up if not for your unneeded green eyed monster?"

"If you're always in trouble with her, you know that something's wrong with her."

"Or there's something wrong with me and the company I keep. Perhaps I should reconsider my choice of friends," Klaus growled.

Camille let out a quick sigh, "c'mon you know that's not true."

"There was no message for you to receive, we were never on for lunch Cami. What reason is behind wreaking havoc on the small joy I have left if it's not that you're not green with envy?"

"It's not you Klaus," Camille clarified while shaking her head. "I'm not doing this because I'm jealous of her. There's nothing for me to be jealous of."

"Apart from my attention then?"

"I'm not trying to make you unhappy either. You know I'd never want anything but you to be as happy as you were with me and your second family in New Orleans. You can be king again. We want you to be king again."

Klaus hesitated. Being king of New Orleans was indescribable. He was in control of everything there in TVD. There was no worry of Elijah scolding him for being too reckless or Esther constantly threatening him. Klaus had an army behind him who he could be sure were not plotting against him and wouldn't steal his family from behind his back.

At the same time, there was no Rebekah or Kol or Elijah. No Caroline. She was counting on him to come back to her. If Klaus stayed in New Orleans, Caroline would jump to the worse conclusions. He also didn't want to spend an extra second away from her.

"I couldn't betray Marcel," was the lie Klaus came up with.

"Bullshit. It's more than obvious Caroline is the problem here. She's holding you back. She's bad for you Klaus."

He scoffed and continued to walk towards the parking lot, "how so?"

"Your little friend is a distraction," Camille pointed out from behind him, "especially now that you're coming to New Orleans and you know it!"

Klaus didn't reply and it stayed silent for a minute or two. I want to spend my time with Caroline, what of it? I want to stay with my sister who's return was merely for my sake. Perhaps Cami should start thinking I'm not the problem, but the faith of New Orleans resting on my shoulders.

"You're not going to listen huh? Well picture this. While you've been in New Orleans for months doing nothing but working your ass off, Caroline gets horny. Can't sleep with Tyler, he's locked up. Can't sleep with you, you're long gone and probably not coming back. So she goes for her trainer, Kol AKA your brother."

"No," Klaus shot back, turning to face her once he got to his car. "She wouldn't."

Camille pressed on, "then what about Elijah? If he and Katherine go through a rough patch–"

"Stop."

"–or her friends. Like Matt Donavon with his beautiful blue eyes. They used to date, I can tell. He's not interested in anyone else, perfect choice, right?"

"Caroline wouldn't do that," Klaus stated, his voice cracking slightly. "She's not like that."

"How would you know? Why wouldn't she go and have sex with a random hot guy off the street?"

Klaus almost snarled before he realized the words that left his lips, "she's not like me."

"There's something we can agree with. Caroline is innocent, oblivious to what this all actually means. You're experienced. She'll do bad things to save herself. You act like you do bad things because you like to, but I've learned you do them because they need to get done. Caroline doesn't love you like you love her either. You need to forget about her Klaus."

A dry laugh fell from his lips, "if you claim to not heed jealous feelings of her Cami, you're most certainly threatened by my feelings for her. Why is that?"

"Threatened?" Camille asked in disbelief as he got into his car.

"Take a bus to Mystic Falls. There's a restaurant and a bar there. Everything you wanted, except me."

...

The Salvatores' boarding house was the very last place Klaus imagined he'd end up, yet here he was, seeking out the elder brother. Not wanting to admit his desperation, Klaus told himself he was going there to check on Katerina's sister, seeing that Elijah hadn't taken the time to tell her the good news.

The front door, as expected, wasn't locked, so Klaus waltzed right in and stood at the miniature staircase. He was alone for a mere minute before the twin sister appeared from around the corner. Elena did not seem to notice him until he cleared his throat making her flinch slightly.

"Klaus," she sighed, relaxing a bit. "What are you doing here? Stefan already left–"

A small smile decorated his lips as Klaus folded his hands behind his back. It was simply amusing how different Elena and Katherine were. "I am running some errands that don't involve the younger Salvatore at the moment. However, I do have some concerns to address with you."

"Oh," Elena sighed while sitting down. She shrugged and lightly slapped her hands on her thighs. "What's going on? Did something happen with Caroline?"

"I'm sure Elijah and Katerina have forgotten to tell you. You're not going to be an assassin. You'll now work under Meredith in the medical ward. Alaric is free to continue training you in your free time seeing you'll still need to protect yourself."

Her face lit up just as Katherine's did when she first met Elijah. "You're kidding Klaus! I don't have to hurt people anymore?"

"I believe medical students want anything but to be late on their first day of class. Hurry along now, Meredith becomes quite the impatient person."

Elena nodded and got to her feet. As she hurried past him, she caught Damon by the arm and gave him a kiss. "I got to go, but I finally get to be a medical student! Klaus told me I'm going to train with Meredith now." Before Damon could answer, Elena cut him off with a kiss. "I love you, bye."

Damon glanced at Elena racing out of the door and turned back to Klaus. "Mind telling me what the hell just happened?!"

"I just granted your girlfriend her every wish. She's to do medical training, Elena no longer has to prepare to become you."

His eyes narrowed for a split second before he scoffed, "and how the fuck did you get into my house?!"

"You've invited me in once," Klaus informed him, "therefore, I now have the ability to come and go as I please."

"Well I'm inviting you to leave because this is useless and you're creepy," Damon shot back as Klaus walked towards the bourbon and glasses. He sighed and laid down on the couch. "One for me too."

"Of course mate. Anything for my favourite fun brother," Klaus replied sarcastically as he brought Damon his glass. "Now my reasons for coming here were not just to gift your girlfriend with the granting of her wishes. I also needed to speak to you."

Damon sat up and snatched the glass away from Klaus, "stop saying that Mr. Wolf. Elena was perfectly fine with becoming an assassin."

Klaus smirked, "are you worried now that she needs not to become like you, she'll realize how immoral your actions are? Elena and Katerina are quite the opposites yet there are so many similarities."

"Like?"

"Katherine knew her love for you would never come close to out ruling her love for Stefan. Elena knows that she would rather do what she loves than make excuses to become like you. Both know that their love for you is indeed not their first priority."

"She is doing what she loves and that's doing me, dick." Damon laid down again and put his glass on the floor. "You wouldn't understand. Elena's love for me over Stefan is what brought us together."

Klaus smiled and put his glass back on the table before pacing around slowly. "Ah, yes. The love of Elena. How is it she manages to overlook every single horrific thing you've ever done? Is it willful ignorance or perhaps something more pathological?"

"Some people are just more capable of forgiveness than others," Damon answered honestly. "Bet you score about a negative five hundred in that round."

"Come on," Klaus urged, "there must be a secret. It can't be just you two. What is it? Bribery? Manipulation?" When Damon didn't answer, Klaus stopped and sighed. "What is it you say to her?"

Damon turned his head to face Klaus curiously. He sat up and put on a small smirk as he realized what the entire conversation was about. "I think this is about a certain blonde newbie assassin. I think you murdered Carol Lockwood and I think you're worried Caroline will never forgive you."

"You've done worse," Klaus countered quieter than his other statements.

"Debatable," Damon shot back. "See, I don't mind being the bad guy because it's my job. Somebody has to fill the roll and get things done. You do bad things for no reason. You do them to be a dick."

"Debatable."

Damon shrugged, "if you're gonna do bad things, do them for a reason. That's my advice. Now if you'd please get out of my house and go talk to her yourself?!"

Klaus smirked, "goodbye Damon. It's never a pleasure."