Matt Donovan. Oh there had been times, many times, when Klaus had wanted to rip his heart out. Much as he'd hated Finn, it should never have come to that. But he was here with Caroline and so his safety was more than assured, besides which, it would probably blow their stupid truce if he killed the boy. But Matt was not the one that Klaus was focused on overall.
She was still a vision. That never changed, gazing at the painting, trying to understand it, understand the mind of the artist. In a few short steps he'd made it to her side, stepping around Matt as if he weren't there. Te art was something they shared, something she had shown herself to understand and it fascinated him to see one so young with such depth to herself. The things centuries could do for her.
"Expressionists, it doesn't take much to see the artist behind the painting. They put it all on the canvass, that was the point, what you see are their emotions, their very core. There's nothing physical even if it seems that there is, its just...raw passion. Now tell me, look at it, what do you think was on his mind, what emotion led him to this?"
Oh she probably still feared him, despised him. But maybe she'd put that aside just for a little while