"Well, I'm not fond of the sadistic bastard who wears your face in my world," Klaus said flatly. He did feel sorry for anyone who had to look like Mikael. Not that he was particularly unattractive, but Klaus felt that to share anything with that monster was particularly terrible.
He sat back in his chair a bit at Balthazar's display, amused, and perhaps a little surprised. He'd seen many things in his thousand years, but that was a bit of a new one.
"So tell me, other than your melodramatic light show, what exactly can an angel do?"