With Bastien's permission, Klaus opened the door to his home and stepped inside. To be sure, there was no sign of Colette, who was usually about to greet him whenever he visited. It was odd to be sure. He'd sensed no falsehoods in the girl's earnest affection for his favored son, and he refused to believe he'd become so poor at reading humans. Striding into the house, he gave Bastien a confident smirk.
"I hear you've been down in the dumps, my son. Care to enlighten me?" he asked casually. He'd convinced himself that he would never be in any such state should Caroline chose to be done with him, but he supposed that might be because he'd make whomever she chose to go to next endure a living, or unliving, hell. Moping accomplished so little when a bit of restrained violence or threat could move mountains, after all. Not that he would ever stoop to Jack's level, of course.