Klaus was starting to get a massive headache from all of this, and if his precious daughter wasn't here he would have grabbed Stefan by the neck, ripped off the vervain he was wearing and demand answers, but he couldn't do that, he wouldn't do that. Something was obviously bothering the man and it wasn't Klaus' place or business to do anything. With a sigh he picked up Nikkola and held her close, kissing her head. "Caroline is right. I can check into a motel with Nikkkola or something."