"Now who said anything about feeding off you?" Klaus asks with a raised brow. Oh, he'd done it years before and the other had tasted divine. Something about that bayou blood coursing through his veins. There was just something about Jack that tasted good to the hybrid. He does, however, keep the other close to him.

"Is that what we're calling it? Running away to me." There's a hint of amusement to his voice even as he keeps walking, leading them down a dark alleyway. It was a short cut to the manor but other patrons of New Orleans might get the wrong impression. Not that he cared what they thought when it came to the company that he kept.

He gives a bit of a smirk," I'll feed and then carry you home." Now he was just being a dick. "Though, we'll figure out the problem and then I'll tear it in two."