His actions shocked her, if only a little. He could have easily compelled her, locked her in the apartment, ordered her to stab herself again. He could have done many things and yet he chose to lay back down and let her be. It was weird, a little un nerving and definitely not like Klaus. "Fleeing you." She repeated his words as she moved upon his bed, laying on her stomach beside him. "And which time was this then?" Arching a brow she folded her bare arms under one of the pillows. "Back when we first met, after I was turned or in 1864 perhaps?" Technically she'd only really fled twice though the other times were all in order from the first.
"And uh, in case that brilliant mind of yours forgot?" She turned her head to look at him, her eyes scanning over his still bare chest before flickering back up to catch his own set. "You left with Stefan before we came here, so technically? You fled from me."