"Really? I am sure she hated me after I killed most of those prostitutes she called friends in London. Of which, I am sure you did not mind about considering how they influenced her behavior." It was the truth. Even upon meeting again she was complaining about it. It wasn't his fault that for some reason she was the only one of the vampire family that accepted him as the fucked up mess he was. It might have been because, really, they all were messed up. Jack finally looked away from his sire with the threat. For all Jack was, he was not stupid enough to think that these were false promises.
Jack looked up through his eyelashes at Klaus. "I little of both," he answered back sarcastically. "Katerina? Rebekah's slave?" He furrowed his brows in question. "She seems harmless, if not inconsiderate of other people's property." Jack was legitimately curious on the subject, now that it had been broached. Curious on the younger vampire that seemed to think his alcohol was hers for the taking.
Jack watched and followed his sire. "Rebekah wanted me to train her slave using my techniques. Would that help?" Following his question, he called for a servant to make tea and bring it to them in the living room.