[ perhaps he was waiting this long to justify some well-executed violence in a conveniently secluded and empty place. perhaps it was that, or simply the obvious need for actual foresight and discretion executed by somebody here. her retort to his forceful intervention goes without response, not that it needs one. there's only the darkening impatience in his gaze, the pursing of his lips into a frown. only when seth speaks does klaus deign to remember and acknowledge the man is there; with somehow even less patience his eyes flick to the side.

he'll give the man this much: he has some semblance of smarts to want to leave.

unfortunately —

he can't necessarily allow him to do so, not like this. if only for her. klaus moves preternaturally quick to halt seth's stumbling escape. his fingers wrap without pressure around his neck; his pupils dilate as he holds the man's gaze to compel him: ] You're going to forget this. You must've fell down some stairs, walked into a door, got into a fight; [ some dark amusement touches klaus' lips ] something like that.

[ that done, he lets seth go and strides back to grab caroline by the arm none-too-gently. yes he is going to drag her off to their rooms okay. like a caveman do. ]