Klaus hadn't expected that. Not from Henrik. Being told killing them was fine. If they came here to hurt, which would be the intent if they ever did. He wasn't sure how to react to it either. Was he making his brother as cold as the rest of them. As twisted. Henrik was the one of them with a chance, much as Klaus wanted to turn him when he was older. Keep him with them.
He didn't want to return home, or to New Orleans. He had all he wanted or needed here.
"I know you must hear things, about me, about what I've done in the past. But I promise you one thing Henrik, you will never have that from me. I'm not Mikael. I'm not like him. I just suppose that sometimes I need to deal with things a certain way. And sometimes its quite...memorable."
He would destroy his mother. And Mikael. He'd done it before, he would do it again, and once again he'd enjoy it. Better that they not come here. Better that Henrik never see the truth of that side of him.
"Now come on, can you face more dancing or should we go and get ice cream to eat out here?"