Investigation: Seven/Klaus
Klaus wasn't particularly keen on the smell of the lake, and his eyes turned distastefully towards the puddle on the floor. He didn't particularly care for the accessories that came with the dead, but this guy, at the very least, was fine to look at.
Not that Klaus' expression said as much. He was terrible at hiding anything, and his nose had already crinkled up.
Presumably Seven didn't notice the water either- or did he? Did he notice puddles all over his house?
But bless. The dead guy looked so surprised at being spoken to! Things like that, sometimes that made him wish he had his shit together enough to do something like this for all of the ghosts that came to him. It really must be lonely for them. This guy was just haunting his friend for whatever reason, with no interaction, nothing coming back to him. Usually ghosts felt it in him, whatever it was that acted like a beacon for the angry dead, but again this guy seemed surprised.
"Well, I'm not talking about him, dashing as he is," Klaus replied, gesturing vaguely to Seven, who was more of a drunken Abercrombie and Fitch model than a super hero. "You have the hair, and the jaw, very chiselled. And the cheekbones- you could cut cheese with those," he added, looking at Seven as though he expected him to agree. Well, how many other people did Seven know who looked like that?
"Do you uh- get a lot of puddles around here?" Klaus asked his host, partly out of curiosity, because it didn't matter either way. Klaus couldn't tell on his own if the wet floor was tangible or just accompanied Superman, who took his attention again after a second.
"Uh, so- do you...have some unfinished business with your friend here? Did he wrong you? Or, uh-did you have something you wanted to tell him?" Yeah, Klaus was shit at this..