Klaus slides a look at the delicate redhead trying so very hard to be helpful, and hates the oddly protective swell of violence the very sight of her engenders in him. Perhaps this is how fatherhood changes even a man like him...or perhaps he's been listening to Cami far more than is healthy.

"I have just arrived, and you may be of assistance." he drawls thoughtfully, moving a step or two closer. He debates with himself for a moment, then focuses his attention on her as he holds her gaze.

"I rather feel like killing someone." he declares, and only then does he push power into his gaze, pupils dilating as he tries to impose his will on her through compulsion.

"Don't be alarmed. Keep me company for a while...and if you have a few pretty words to spare? Talk me out of it. It might even help."