When he admitted he knew her sire, Klaus watched Beatrix's whole demeanor change. Unsure if that was good or bad-- 

[i]"...I could show you just how fun it is to be a fighter[/i] and [i]a lover." [/i] 

Oh, probably good, he decided, watching her a she stalked away. He rubbed at his nose, allowing his gaze to flicker away. Two thousand years and incoming flirting still threw the man off guard. When the head spoke again, Klaus' gaze was reeled back and he looked down again at the mess. With a wrinkle of his hook nose, he shook his head. "Perhaps I'll start my share come tomorrow night," he said, raising his shoulders helplessly. 

Then another member of the Blackmoore family who had been relatively quiet until now spoke up, bringing attention to an absentee. Not knowing of this Maria, Klaus fell back into an alert silence.