"How the hell did you find your way here?" Klaus yelled at the visitor on the other side of the door when he went to answer the knock. "It isn't like I gave you an address or anything! Is there a reason why you're here?"

"Temper, temper," Lucien smiled and then stepped over the threshold. "Now I'm even more curious than I was on the way over here. What is it that you're hiding that you don't want me to see, Klausy?"

Klaus growled. "Don't you ever call me that!"

"Why not?" Lucien chuckled. "I think it suits you." Just then, his face changed as he saw something over Klaus' shoulder that pleased him. "Hello," he said with a smile. "And who might you be?"

Klaus sucked in a breath as he heard Amy's voice in response. "I'm Amy, Klaus' wife. I just came to see who was at the door. We weren't expecting to get visitors."

"I figured as much," Lucien said and kissed Amy's hand while Klaus seethed. "But your husband and I are old friends and it's been so long since we've seen each other that I just couldn't pass up the opportunity. My name is Lucien."

"How nice," Amy told him. "Why don't you come in and sit down. Can I get you anything?"

"You can get him his coat and show him the door!" Klaus yelled. "Amy, either you do it, or I will!"

"Why do you always act like this when people come to visit you?" Amy yelled back. "Can't you at least be civil to people for a couple of hours?"

"No!" Klaus shook his head. "Because you should know that the kind of people who want to come and see me (with a few exceptions) are bad people and want to do nothing but cause trouble in our lives."

"This is fun," Lucien interrupted before Amy could reply. "Do you shout at each other like this all the time?"

"We try not to," Amy reassured him. "We usually resolve our differences in calm voices. This isn't typical behavior for us, I promise."

"Amy, will you please go find something to do that will take you away from here?" Klaus asked. "Out of this room, I mean? Go see if Astrid or Alistair needs help with something and I'll tell you when you can come back."

"You can't just tell me what to do," Amy told him. "I don't appreciate that one bit."

"I know you don't, and I'm sorry," Klaus apologized through his teeth. "But can you just go, please? I'll explain later."

Amy rolled her eyes and stomped off while Klaus sat across from Lucien. "What do I have to do in order to make you go away?"

"What a nice and stunningly pretty wife you have," Lucien remarked. "I never thought you'd go for redheads."

"You don't know me as well as you think you do," Klaus told him. "I promise you that. Now, answer my question. If this is about the mummy, then there's really no point, since neither of us know where it is."

"How do I know that?" Lucien asked. "How do I know you didn't just take it and hide it?"

"I get the sense that your desire for this mummy is about more than wanting to show it off to people at parties," Klaus told him. "What do you really want it for? Tell me this time?"

"No," Lucien shook his head. "I'm not going to." He then got up and strode away, not taking time to tell Klaus where he was going. When he walked past the room where Amy was reading, she called out for him.

"Could you come in here a minute, please?" She asked.

"Of course," he said and came to sit down next to her. "What can I do for you?"

"Oh, nothing," Amy shook her head. "I was just wanting to apologize for the display that you had to witness earlier. It was very uncouth of us to show you something like that when all you came for was a pleasant visit."

"That's fine," Lucien told her. "I've seen much worse and lived." He paused. "So…you and Klausy. What is it that you see in him, anyway?"

"In all honesty, it's kind of hard for me to explain," Amy replied. "We've had a few difficulties, and when I first met him, his appeal was that he was someone I could help. But then it ended up that he was able to help me, too. Bring me out of my shell. That's what holds me to him, I suppose." She shrugged.

"Interesting that he'd let a human tell him what to do," Lucien said. "You must be very charming."

"I'm not a human," Amy shook her head. "I'm a witch. Well, I was a witch, but then I had to be turned into a vampire."

"Is that so?" Lucien leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. "Fascinating. And just how long ago was that?"

"It wasn't long ago," Amy told him. "I'm not that old, if that's what you mean."

"I would never presume to ask a lady something like that," Lucien replied. "But tell me something: Are you positive that you're happy here with him?"

"Of course I am!" Amy said and slapped him. "You don't have any business asking me such a question! And even if I wasn't happy in my current situation, the last thing I would do is run off with a nearly complete stranger."

"Even a very handsome, debonair stranger such as myself?" Lucien asked.

"Especially a stranger like you," Amy said firmly.

It was then that Lucien took hold of her arms and looked into her eyes. "Why don't you at least give me one kiss?" He asked. "Then you can walk away without any sort of regret."

"All right," Amy nodded and then leaned forward to kiss him.

It was while they were having their lingering kiss that Alistair came upon them, wanting to ask Amy for help regarding what he should tell Helene about her engagement. He watched them for a few seconds until what was happening finally registered. Then, he quietly slipped away and tried to think about how to handle this.

He couldn't tell Klaus. Not that he thought what Amy was doing was genuinely her choice. Lucien was probably using some sort of mind trick on her. He seemed like just the type. If Klaus was told, it would just start all kinds of trouble that Alistair didn't want to deal with. He had a big enough headache already with the problems in his own family without adding other issues to them.

He headed back to the living room and Klaus rose from the sofa and said, "Have you seen Lucien, Alistair? He ran off and I have no idea where he is, or what sort of trouble he could be causing."

"Is he causing trouble?" Alistair asked, trying to ignore his conscience that was shouting for him to tell Klaus the truth. "If he is, I don't know anything about it." Then his conscience overcame his urge for peace and he groaned. "I do know where he is, actually. He and Amy are in the library and I saw them kissing!"

"What?" Klaus cried. "Did you just watch it happen, or did you stop them?" He ran toward the library and Alistair hurried after him.

"In her defense, I don't think she was doing it of her own free will," Alistair told him. "That makes you feel better, right?"

"A little," Klaus said. "Not really, though."

They reached the library and Klaus ran in, roughly pulling Lucien and Amy apart and punching Lucien in the face. "Why did you feel the need to have your lips all over my wife?" He asked through his teeth.

"Well, with the way you were yelling at her, I wanted to make it clear to her that she had other options if she so desired them," Lucien said. "You understand that, right?"

"Get out of my house!" Klaus yelled. "Get out right now before I kill you!"

"My, my, so touchy." Lucien clicked his tongue as he rose deftly to his feet so he could make his way toward the door, and Amy, having come back to herself, turned as red as her hair.

"I didn't mean to do it," she told Klaus. "I swear!"

"I know you didn't mean to," Klaus assured her as he took her in his arms and she buried her face in his shoulder. "We're gonna find that mummy, wherever it is, and then get out of here so we can be as far as possible from him, cause he's a damn bastard. I promise you that, darling."

"Thank you," Amy sniffled. "Thank you very much."