She wanted to redeem him. Oh he supposed it made sense, and it was very her. She truly was full of light. And he couldn't help but be drawn to that. And it worked in reverse of course, deny it all she would but there was something that drew her in, an allure to darkness that she couldn't deny in herself without a great amount of hypocracy. And of course Elena in her infinite and all knowing wisdom had decided he was incapable of redemption.
Oh she was probably right but Caroline should be given the chance. He wasn't killing anyone, he had let the boy walk away from the chance of being a hybrid, not because he wanted to, not because he particularly cared about him as a person but because he knew it would please Caroline to know he'd done so. And she thought he could be redeemed, which meant of coursse she'd been thinking about him.
"It will certainly be a distraction from the day to day. If anyone actually pays attention. Elijah's the one that cares about educating, but they'd better actually listen. If I'm taking time to do this." He supposed though that some of his time here hadn't been awful. "Mercy's sensible enough, very fond of that Alpha but I can't fault her that, her or Mac. I suppose it goes with the teritory. And as for Elena, well there's little point in her death, much as recent events have made me detest her all the more. There's more to life than creating hybrids, I learned that the hard way."
Again more honesty than he'd been originally planning to share, it seemed they brought that out in each other.
She'd gone for a simple question, with a not so simple answer. "Hundreds, Thousand years of time to kill I picked up a few things, some not even in use anymore, though that's not to say it won't be useful one day. Language is another form of expression Caroline, just as art is. "A vie dragi moi se pametni i ubavi i imaat ilJada godini za da naučat seto ova. I Jas ḱe bidam tamu za da mu go pokažeme na vas" he told her, with a slight bow as he finished speaking. He'd have kissed her hand if he didn't think she'd slap him.
The old Macadonian flowed easily, he had so many other ways he could say those words, but it had come to his mind first as one of the more exotic. French, while lovely, was too obvious sometimes.
And his question.
"How many languages do you want to know?"
[Translate: And you my dear are smart and beautiful and have a thousand years to learn all of this. And I'll be there to show it to you"]