She tensed as Klaus shifted, wide eyes studying him. And then he nipped her hand. It wasn't as hard as it could have been, true, though he did break the skin, obviously. And Elena bit back a soft gasp, rather than give him the satisfaction of any noise of protest.
"Just get it over with," she answered softly She knew what had to happen, he'd explained that all quite clearly. Drink his blood, die, come back to life...be his. And his brothers'.