Now that was the opposite of something a Prince would say. What a strange and mysterious man. Off-putting in one moment, almost charming in the next.

Kind of Malkavian, actually. In that mercurial sort of way.

She fell into step with him, embellishing his lead with little flashes of leg, here and there. "As Stefan will tell you, I'm a surprising person." She glanced over Klaus' shoulder, her eyes half-veiled by the fringe of her wig. Struggling to catch his gaze, she flicked them in the direction of the fake sailors, hoping he'd notice.

"I'm also perceptive," she added The slang was beginning to fall out of her speech. This was important. She couldn't waste words. "This is your turf and I'm here uninvited."