They were bonded, the two of them. Never before had Klaus met someone who truly seemed to be as tormented by their past as he was. They both understood lie and betrayal; how family could shape you, and what it was like when they were ripped away from you. Their losses had been different, true, entirely different circumstances, and their reactions towards it even more...but Camille understood him, he knew, even when she didn't want to. When everyone inside of her was screaming not to relate to this 'monster'. Then again, she had never defined the world in black and white, had she? She saw the complexities, that people weren't 'good' and 'evil', actions could be, but not the people themselves. It was she that made him believe in the thought of redemption, though his brother had preached that message for quite some time. A pause for a moment, his eyes settling on her, and then grin only seemed to stretch across his lips far more than it had before. "You look ravishing," which was the truth,and there was almost something sheepish to the way that he said it. She didn't need to be dolled up in order for Klaus to find her beautiful or sexy. It was something that she inherently was; part of the reason that their connection had been so electric from the very beginning, though it went far deeper than that.