Klaus took the typewriter without asking. "Who still uses a typewriter?" He had met people that did, even in New Orleans, but it was rare to see someone so young having one. "What exactly do you do that you need one of these?"
He walked out, knowing that the other man had no choice but to follow him thanks to this magic. "I'm two floors up, room 410. As I said, I'm currently alone, and hopefully it'll stay that way. I'm Klaus, by the way. What's your name?" They might as well start with the niceties if they were stuck together for a while.
"In case you haven't paid attention to the journals, I'm a vampire, so you'll likely see blood bags," he informed him. "I'm happy to feed on people, but only with consent, so you don't have to worry. Any questions?"