[ Once he's down, Klaus inhales sharply as the pain vanishes, freeing him to stomp forward through the debris they've created. Kol's assumption is correct - he doesn't intend to make this a quick kill, by any means. The moment it became certain there would even be a kill is hard to pinpoint, but there will be a death in this hallway.

And it won't be his own.

The demand for his word has him snarling. Who is he to make any demands? Who is he to mention any redemption on Klaus' part, as if it affects him in any manner.

Reaching the witch, he reaches to grab him by the neck, lifting him up effortlessly as Klaus braces him against the wall. ]

Here's the trouble with that, mate. I give my word to those who deserve it. [ He has very limited criteria on who qualifies for that special distinction. ] You've yet to prove you deserve a bloody thing, other than the loss of your life.

[ A part of him craved the torture, the prolonged misery that he can give until the witch is begging for death. Unfortunately, that would give him time to cast one of his spells, and Klaus might be impulsive but he is no moron.

Without another word, his face transforms, his eyes turning gold and his fangs making their appearance. With a growl, he's forward and biting into his neck, intending to drink from him until his body is drained dry. ]