Klaus watched Caroline as she spoke, the corner of his mouth pulling back into an amused grin as she told him of how she met May and Johann. He didn't particularly care for the details--how could he? He didn't care for the people. But seeing the vampire so clearly invested in human life was, well, so human. It was surprising to him, inspiring almost. Much like Caroline, he seemed to surround himself with mortals over fellow vampires, but it was rare and fleeting when he grew too attached. 

When she mentioned the Octus, he offered a shrug. "I don't agree with them much either," he said--not that it needed to be said, "but I think it'd be best to align with them at the moment." He paused, eyeing the blonde as she approached and added in a bitter tone, "Their new contempt for ferals is refreshing," before grinning to the girl in greeting. 

"Thanks, love," he said--probably to Caroline, though his brown eyes remained glued to the young woman and her fair neck. Then he brushed her light hair aware from her throat and his other arm pulled her closer before he bit into her skin. He wasn't harsh, but the large gulps he would swallow would be--but slow, so he could feel her squirm just slightly in his hold.