Klaus had a lot to say on the matter of that old maxim, but Lydia pressed on before he could comment...a deft change of gears that Klaus couldn't help but admire.

It earned her a small, brief smile before he turned his attention back to his pad. Focusing on her face, he used his thumb to smudge the line of one eyebrow, giving her face a slightly less innocent expression. It was a bit more thoughtful now, even cunning...

Perfect.

"Wolves of my ilk don't have that sort of power structure or breeding...packs are merely families, lineages. Alpha is a title, not a gift." He replied evenly...though the idea of an Alpha pack did intrigue him. What little he knew of the wolves Lydia consorted with made it clear that Alphas had enviable power...

...but hearing about the bonds of pack made him think of his hybrids. All the accusations of trying to build a family so he would never be alone...a family incapable of leaving him...

The idea of a family that would accept him and grant him greater power was...beyond words.

A shadow crossed Klaus's features, but they softened at the same time as he studiously kept his eyes on his sketch pad as he worked.

"You didn't." He replied quietly. "Why? Is an Alpha pack's dynamic different from the dynamic in your own?"