Klaus stared, unsure if he should believe the guy or not. He was leaning towards no, but then again, when had his father ever bought him a drink? He looked just like him, but still...
"Balthazar," he spat. "You're not Mikael. You just...look like him."
He still didn't feel bad about what he'd done, because it apparently hadn't hurt the guy at all, and honestly he didn't care that much if it had.