"How did you do it?"

Elijah looked up at the sudden voice. He didn't startle. He had heard you coming long before he saw you with his vampiric hearing. His brown eyes met yours, calm, reassuring. He didn't have to ask what you were referring to.

The original stood from his mahogany desk. He moved around the piece of furniture, his hands in his pants pockets. His suit was crisp and clean as usual. It was rare that the noble Mikaelson wasn't put together visually as he was.

"I utilized a loophole in the deal I made with the witch."

Crossing his arms, Elijah leaned back slightly against his desk. His deep brown eyes avert only briefly, watching Klaus pass, on his way to do whatever it was Klaus had in mind. His gaze went back to you.

"A...Loophole?"

You ask, confusion in your voice. It was understandable to Elijah that you would be confused. You knew nothing of the deal he had made with the witch that had tried using you as leverage against the Mikaelsons.

"Yes. I said that the witch would not perish at the hands of Niklaus. I said nothing of my own."