"You do worry too much," Elijah said. "You know I'll take care of it..."

He hummed something wordless and pleased and moved closer, well into Klaus's space, at the tighter grip in his hair. There was a thrill at the possessiveness of it, of knowing he belonged somewhere, to someone. "We are excellent company," he murmured. "And I'm glad you like the idea. Hopefully, so will the lady."

Though they could tell her to, if she turned out to not be quite as charming by daylight.