It was true, they weren't bound by the trappings of home. But some things didn't change. "This world didn't change us though did it. Maybe you take the risk, maybe you don't. Either way the girl has a chance to live, even if only at night. I suggest you let her take it and worry less about the daylight hours."
He smiled slightly at the question about the painting, she was smart, asked all the right questions. She'd go far. "The Government, declared him a devient, tried to destroy as many of his works as they could, but they didn't get them all, obviously. Might have had a hand in getting a few of them out of Germany." He'd realised their worth, their place in the world and gotten one or two out when he saw which way the wind was blowing, a compulsion here, a throat torn out there. It had been a strange time, Germany in the 30's.
He was about to reminice further when she did it, mentioned him. Tyler Lockwood. Oh she really didn't know when to stop did she? Or could she even help herself. He could have been furious, he could have ranted, took it out on Matt, took it out on her, a well placed bite would do the job that nothing else would have and then of course she'd have to beg him. The only one that could save her, the only one with the cure for what was slowly killing her.
"Not surprising the Lockwoods have a piece like that, tell me though, who would inherit it now with Tyler on the run and poor Carol having that 'terrible drunken accident'."
He knew almost as soon as he said it it would come back on him. But he couldn't help it, Tyler infuriated him, always had and always would. Ungreatful little child that didn't deserve the strength Klaus had given to him and most definitely did not deserve someone like Caroline. And of course he didn't miss the way Caroline was sheparding Matt to the doorway. "Leaving so soon are you? What exactly do you expect I'll do, or are you actively trying to give me reasons to break the truce? Is that it?"