At his words, Katherine pouted and rolled her eyes, adding in a sigh for good measure. "Fine. Fine. I'll try to be a good girl, okay?" she replied and dropped the hold she had on his hand currently atop her breast. If he wanted to pull it away, he could. Katherine knew she shouldn't put him on the spot here anyway. He was right. There were a lot of prying eyes and some of the owners of those eyes would love a chance to stab Katherine in her cold, little heart somehow. If she showed she had some favoritism towards the hunter, Klaus would notice if he was nearby and Dean would be dead. She couldn't let that happen, could she? He was her favorite plaything right now. That was all. When she got bored of him, she'd kill him like she did everything that eventually lost her interest. Still, she didn't think that would be a for a good long time. He was different than most humans. Despite killing evil things, he seemed to be a bit dark himself; a tainted hero if you will and Katherine found it fascinating. Plus, there was always the chance he would figure out she was a bloodsucking fiend as well as this sexy vixen before him and possibly stick a stake in her; it was dangerous and a turn on.
She closed her eyes, much like a cat getting a scratch behind the ears, and leaned into the feel of his fingers brushing her neck. "Maybe. A little..." she purred. Her eyes opened, the brown hue darkened almost black, but it wasn't from bloodlust-no Katherine had her fill before coming here-it was from another, more human kind of lust that made her shake with want and need. "Or a lot." She smirked. "I'll restrain myself till...later." There was a mark of obvious disapproval in her voice; she wanted to play, no rules, no anything, but forcing him was lame, a shadow of the real thing and Kat wanted the real, full on Dean, compulsion-free of course.
When he referenced her gift, the album still neatly tucked under her thin arm, the smirk wavered on her lips. "Nothing. Just some old family heirloom. If I had any sense I would have burned it years ago..." she kept her tone even, but her words might have been spot on bravado, but in her heart, the vampire knew she would never burn the only small reminder that she had once been human and knew what love was.