"Well, I'm busy trying to raise forces to dethrone my former protege after he so boldly declared my family's city and home to be his own, all the while trying to deal with the fact some renegade witch's spell has started an unstoppable influx of people who will undoubtedly only serve to create more work to be done," Klaus snarked and offered a smirk, "So far, the day's fantastic." He stepped to the side, to where a table just to the left of the desk held a decanter full of bourbon. Small talk wasn't particularly his thing, and so he choose to distract himself from it, filling a crystal glass with the amber liquid.
He froze when Hayley mentioned the gender of the baby, his profile to her. A little girl. He turned his head slightly, easily concealing his face, shifting his weight on his feet. The words sent a tumult of emotions coursing through him. It was no longer some object, some idea she was carrying around inside her. The baby, the child... his daughter. It took Klaus several moments before he broke from his thoughts. He finished filling the glass and set the decanter down. He hid the unexplainable and reflexive smile that threatened to appear by lifting the glass of bourbon to his lips. He still couldn't bear the notion of showing any real emotion toward the situation.
"A girl," he spoke after several moments, the words quiet with more affection than he had intended to allow. "And where did you learn this bit of information?"