Trixy put her hand on her opposite arm when Klaus removed it from his cheek. The gesture wasn't particularly unkind in nature. She imagined that she might have unnerved him a bit, even with him being as old as he was. "I apologize if I caused you discomfort, Klaus. But do note that you were just spying on us without bothering to lift a finger in battle." a playful smile pulled at her lips. Béatrix shifted her weight onto her right hip as she stood before him.

"My--" she chose her words carefully, not wanting to reveal herself too much to a complete stranger "[i]sire[/i] was known to be the oldest known vampire in France. His name was Francis." Her mention of Francis in the past tense would speak volumes. A vampire as old as Klaus was probably did not have a living sire anymore, and there was no way to understand the pain of losing a sire aside from actually losing one yourself. The pain wasn't just emotional either, even thinking about it caused a nausea reminiscent of being kicked in the stomach.