Klaus's eyes never left the doctor, though his attention did stray to the sides, spying this and that detail out of the corner of his periphery. He knew this man killed vampires for a living, or at least as part of one, so wasn't foolish enough to relax too much even in light of this...truce. He planned to keep his word but trust wasn't in his nature. It just wasn't. Time and time again he had learned that trust was a dangerous thing...He'd seen it in others, seen it end others...experienced the tendrils of it tripping him up a few times, had protected his own family from themselves too many times to count. So no, he would not trust a vampire hunter very far simply because the man was just that.
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Perhaps he would consider it a compliment to his skills, Klaus thought with mild amusement, gaze sharpening in interest as they reached the door.
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"I must admit to being curious...Concerning what is in this room as well as why you would show it to us. Very intriguing to say the least, Doctor Van Helsing."
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He spoke nearly as softly as the doctor himself had, body a complex mixture of relaxed and ready, eyes just as odd of a mix of calm and eager.
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I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed. I get along with the voices inside of my head.
Kat