[They're opposites but also reflections, and so a stray thought chides Cami for her shock when that crack suddenly appears in the glass, how she sucks in a sharp breath and takes a step back.

Klaus, blood-boiling, burning under his skin in heated rage--and Cami has been the one to strike the match. To make him lose control first.

It doesn't feel like a victory should. Not with the picture he paints for her so soon after.]

I guess that's all you have left, isn't it? Threats of violence.

[Promises. He means to uphold every word.

Is this what it means to be afraid of Klaus Mikaelson?

She reaches for the hairdryer on the counter, her eyes still locked on where his must be. He'll no doubt see the fear she can feel in them, but that won't stop her. She won't let it.

Cami steps back slowly, once, twice.]

Well, unfortunately, some of us don't have all day to waste away. Busy lives, you know.

[And with that, she hurls the hairdryer against the glass with all her strength, meaning to finish what he started.]