"Punctual as always, brother." Klaus grinned, arriving just behind Elijah with a gift tucked under his arm, obviously a piece of artwork that was wrapped up nicely for the sake of whatever gift-giving convention of modern day deemed it necessary. He'd worked on the painting for some time without much cause for it until he received word that perhaps his most favored son was in town as well, making the cityscape of Jannati at night with his own touch to it the perfect gift.
"For all my perceived shortcomings, you must admit I did relatively well raising this one?" he asked Elijah, standing beside him at the door and waiting for it to be answered.