Elijah felt a slightly sinking sensation, like some stone of fate had been cast, but protesting that he didn't want her all that much would only make Klaus think there was more to it than lust, and....he could just turn off whatever that flicker of something he'd felt. What he felt for Klaus so far eclipsed it, though, that surely all would be well. Getting attached to the doomed girl would just be foolish, and he wasn't a fool.

"Thank you, brother," he finally said, letting himself relax, as much as he ever did. "It's been a while since I...indulged myself that way."

A night, a death, or a compulsion to forget his feeding--he hunted, and well, but this was a different game and one he didn't play often, feeling less need for that sort of connection when he had Klaus.