Klaus chuckled. "You must have met strange people." The British accent was a lot cleaner than his, smoother, more the result of posh modern times than his own that was the result of a millennium on this earth.
He turned around and looked at the man, boy really, but everyone though they were so old and wise here. It was amusing to watch them play pissing contests with each others about who knew more. "I actually mean it. There's always something fun to do. You just need to find it."
He moved with his incredible speed and in the blink of the eye, he was in front of the other man, offering his hand. "Klaus Mikaelson, it's a pleasure to meet you."