Klaus continued to smile that stupidly adorable smile, waiting for Caroline to say something. Cami slowly backed away until she was out of earshot, not wanting to hear anything that the two exchanged — anyone who came looking for Klaus couldn't be a pleasant person.

Caroline's smile faltered. She hadn't prepared anything to say. "Shit."

Klaus laughed. "Honestly, love, you could do that anywhere. New Orleans is just as accommodating for that bodily function as any other city."

She shook her head and said, "That's not what I mea…"

He cut her off. "I know, love. It was only a joke."

He sat on the seat next to her and angled his body toward hers. Caroline shifted in her seat and faced him too. She took a deep breath and said, "You know why I'm here, Klaus."

He shrugged his shoulders and replied, "I haven't the faintest clue as to why you're here. As I recall, you and I parted ways back in Mystic Falls."

Caroline shook her head. "No, you promised to never come back. That didn't mean that we couldn't see each other."

Klaus leaned his elbows on the bar and frowned, his brows furrowing together. "Ah, yes. You've managed to find a loophole in my plan to rid myself of you."

He said it in a rather harsh way, Caroline was taken aback by it. "Well if you don't want to see me, I'll just be leaving." She was halfway off of her stool when he grabbed her arm. He said, "Don't be foolish, Caroline. I'm very happy to see you."

"You sure have a funny way of showing it." She was visibly upset but sat back down nonetheless. His hand slid down her arm until his had reached her hand, which he grasped firmly in his own. She didn't attempt to pull hers away.

Klaus ran his long thumb over the back of Caroline's hand. "How long do you plan on staying here in New Orleans?"

She looked him dead in the eye and replied, "Until you get sick of seeing my face."

Klaus laughed. "That day will never come."

"Then I guess I won't be leaving any time soon." Caroline said, flicking a strand of hair over her shoulder. She picked up her untouched drink and drained it.

"Would you care to get a real drink with me?" He asked.

"I would love to." The pair stood and Klaus threw a ten dollar bill on the bar. They walked toward the door and over his shoulder, Klaus called, "Until next time, Cami."

Klaus led Caroline to his home a few blocks away. It was large and suited the style that she tended to associate with him and his family. The interior was dark wood and it was lavishly furnished with pieces from the turn of the century. The twentieth century to be exact. She recognized some of his own paintings on the walls as he led her into the kitchen. His refrigerator was stocked with blood bags. He poured one into a small goblet and handed it to her. He poured himself one too into an identical goblet. He offered her a kind smile as they cheersed their glasses and drank the blood. It was fresh, Caroline wondered how long ago it was taken and if the victim was still in the house. She tried to push those thoughts out of her mind as she looked at Klaus, who met her gaze over his goblet. They set the glasses down on the table and it was only seconds before Klaus had crossed the mere foot between them and taken Caroline in his arms. His lips crashed against hers and she wrapped her arms around his neck. That familiar scent that she associated with him wafted over her. She took it in. Everything. The taste of his tongue on hers. The texture of his hair as her fingers got lost in it. The smooth skin of his neck as her hand slid over it and down his chest. Her fingers caught at his belt and he stopped kissing her.

"Is this the only reason you came here, Caroline?" Klaus demanded. She shook her head, "Of course not. I want to be with you. I've chosen you, Klaus. Is this not what you've wanted for the past couple of years?"

"Of course it is, love. I just want to make sure."

"Oh, now you're concerned over another's feelings." Caroline broke away from him and stalked away, leaving a very confused and turned-on original behind.