Rebekah/Klaus
Now that was interesting. She seemed to be relitively sane which he supposed was a start and she was complaining at him about every little thing. Also not entirely shocking. It was unfortunate that she'd decided to take it out on him though given why she'd fallen in to hell perhaps it made sense. He had actually been willing to concede thanks to her, tell her he was glad she was back, and he was. More than he cared to admit he'd missed her. One generally shouldn't play favourites with siblings but Rebekah was perhaps that to him. Of course there was Henrik, but even thinking about him brought back all manner of things he relaly didn't want to think about.
"You think I'm going to hurt you. Now, right when you've been pulled from the pits of hell you think I'd hurt you. Have you done something in the scant minutes you've been back to warrent my anger?"
It was probably sad that that was how he thought, but it was. It was justified when he was angry, when he was wronged. A thousand years had made him this way and it seemed Rebekah had finally lost patience.
"You are. You're coming back to the house with me. There are things you need to know that I am not telling you in a dammed graveyard. I'm asking you. Come on now"