Kristoff figured out real fast that the other man couldn't talk at all. Shit. This seemed really frustrating and Kristoff couldn't blame the other man for his bad mood. Who would want to lose the ability to communicate altogether?
Of course, Kristoff didn't realize the lack of ability to speak on Klaus's part might be a point in his favour, since after all the hybrid couldn't compel him.
To the bartender, Kristoff snapped his fingers. Then he realized what the hell he did and looked really embarrassed. His face reddened as Kristoff signed, Sorry. He'd wanted his bill for when he finished the beer, but indicated the two drinks that the other man ordered should go on his bill. Seemed like the guy had it rough enough tonight. The least Kristoff could do was pay for a couple drinks.