"Didn't you? You know how impressionable she is. Give the girl some affection, and she's willing to overlook so many things..." Klaus' voice trailed off as he traced his fingers along some of the nearby furnishings, half tempted to destroy them with one fell swoop of his hand. Not yet, however. He turned his gaze toward Jack, all hint of a smile gone from his lips or his eyes at that remark about touching his sister. "I have put up with your advances toward Rebekah for some time because I am not in the habit of murdering those that I have sired. Tempt me more by continuing to spit on my generosity." His eyes shifted to the general area where he'd obviously noticed movement, heard the attempts to conceal shallow breaths from ancient ears.
"My, my. It seems we have an audience. Is she yours? Or have you simply not gotten to murdering her yet," he mused, ignoring the invitation for tea for the moment. "If you were truly to get back in my good graces, perhaps you could extend your talents to Katerina for me? That damned viper has caused enough fracture in my family, a fracture you seem to be taking right advantage of."
Klaus moved further into the house, seeming both relaxed and poised to lash out at any moment. "But tea. You mentioned tea. Such a gracious host," his voice mocked his dear son obviously. "Perhaps you can convince me not to rip out your throat in the time it takes to prepare it?"