Playing along in Klaus's games generally led to far more pleasure than any Elijah came up with on his own. Something about his brother's devious mind. Or Elijah's own delight in watching him do what he did best, and joining in. "I don't think that should be to difficult," he said, half-smirking, as well. "She seemed quite taken with you."

And where there had been a flicker of jealousy with Trevor, there wasn't in that statement. Instead, it was a more a prickle of possessive pride. A human girl, destined to die, was hardly a threat to what they shared, what they were. Others might be captivated by Klaus, it was true, but Elijah was the one he kept by his side.

The flicker of hardness in Klaus's eyes had Elijah adding quickly, but diffidently--dampening down whatever flicker he might have felt in the girl's presence, "She is, yes. As was her ancestress."

Which possibly wasn't the best memory to evoke, but far, far better than letting Klaus think he was taken with her.