Klaus allowed her to walk him away from the structure but turned them slightly so they were walking toward the Forum.
"I won't let you kill. I may not care, I may have a thousand years of not caring but you, your humanity means too much to you. That said I think you need to learn to hone your control. You're not Stefan. Or the English and Irish pair. One sip will not make you a monster. I assure you love, you can give in all you like and I'll be there to stop you going too far. Much as I'm not spending money on a dress I can just compel out of someone."
Pride though, oh pride was why he'd wanted to show her where they were now. The Roman Forum. The site of so much history. The temples to the various gods, the various important buildings of the day, and then the remains of the Senate. And as they finally reached it, the place he found he understood most. Because yes, he had made his own legend, and he couldn't help but feel flattered by the fact she understood that even if she didn't agree with the methods he'd used to get there. And there was another man like that. One he'd always been facinated by.
"Julius Ceaser, heard of him?" he asked, curious as to just how much the American school system taught of ancient history. "He was an unparallelled leader, feared by his enemies, he shaped the world to what it should be, made this great city unequaled. And died before he could see his great work fulfilled, betrayed you see, by those closest to him. The Ides of March they called it. And he was warned, warned not to go to the senate on that day, but his vanity, it led him here all the same."
Klaus glanced around at the other tourists before helping Caroline step onto the slightly raised stone, all that was left of the Roman Senate building. "There's still a sense of it in this place, of what this city has seen, of the people, the genius minds that stood in this place, numerous emperors, senators, generals, Mark Antony you'll have heard of him I presume." Love had made Mark Antony weak. Love for an Egyptian Queen had destroyed him. He wasn't going to mention that of course, not here, that wouldn't happen with them.
But this of course was where it had all been so right for him. "He revenged them you see, those that had betrayed, murdered his friend, his leader." He leaned in closer to her, "Thou art the ruins of the noblest man that ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy. Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue. A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife shall cumber all the parts of Italy; Blood and destruction shall be so in use, And dreadful objects so familiar that mothers shall but smile when they behold their infants quarter'd with the hands of war; All pity choked with custom of fell deeds: And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge with Ate by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice, Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth with carrion men, groaning for burial."
He repeated the words almost reverently.
"Shakespeare, mostly a hack but I should think he got that part close enough. They all died, the traitors, to a man." He wasn't sure why he was comparing himself to Ceaser here, of all places here. But he thought it anyone would find meaning in what he'd said it would be her