"I agree with that." Klaus was only helpful when he wanted to, whether because he liked the people or just because. He'd learned to stop looking for hidden motives in his own behavior. After this long, sometimes he simply did things. "I saw, but I don't want food, I want exquisite food meant to entice the senses and not food to fill me up. I don't need that. What we need is a good French chef."
He nodded. "I've noticed, but I'd rather have my siblings from my time, if they have to come here. Then they'd know everything we'd been together." They'd remember what they had done to each other, but a person or a vampire was the sum of their actions. They wouldn't be the same if they came from the past.
He moved close enough that he could feel Sirius' breath on his skin and yet their bodies weren't touching. "I know, because after a thousand years, there's no one that special that I can't stop myself. If I don't, it's because I want to hurt someone, not because I lose control, but I'm willing to test what I say, if you're game."