"Can't be too helpful, or else people start thinking you'll help them with anything," Sirius reasoned. They seemed to have similar feelings about food, or at least about cooking. "I don't cook, but there's plenty of people here who do." Maybe he should learn at some point, but every time he considered the idea of it he found it to be too distasteful to even bother with trying to make it happen. He'd just go right on depending on others to help him out.
"From what I've heard, the hotel doesn't seem to mind pulling people from different times. So who knows you might still have had a chance to get here." He could just imagine how differently this conversation would have gone if Klaus was from that much earlier time rather than something a little more like forever.
"See!" Sirius gestured like there was anyone else around who was listening in and he could make the point to, "Yes, that's exactly it." He agreed with a laugh, he was playing it up a little now, the self confidence, but it felt good to find just a few moments of normalcy for the first time in years. To just be Sirius Black the most brilliant wizard you've ever had the pleasure of meeting and not Sirius Black the broken man he'd turned into. "How would you know I'm not that special, you've never had me before. I'm quite certain I'm one of a kind, entirely irresistible." He assured Klaus like he was trying to sell himself? Or just the idea of himself for some reason. Whatever it was he wasn't entirely sure what he was doing, but he was doing it all the same. Maybe it was the recent reminder that he could die here and it didn't matter.