In life, Kjell had been taller than Amadeus. But not by much. His unusual height now was just one of the many ways that his Nosferatu curse had manifested, much like his ashen skin and painfully thin frame and clawed fingertips, and he took no particular pleasure in towering over the other man. It just was what it was. And there were certainly parts of the Labyrinth where Amadeus would find himself more comfortable than Kjell would if they had to go deep enough. Not that he would complain. That also was what it was.
Being called adorable didn't seem to warrant another backward glance or any acknowledgment at all, it was either a joke or a jibe and he didn't care which, but he gave a small nod once the Sheriff completed his explanation. It wasn't much to go on, but it was enough. "...Then they must be found. With any luck, they are still here and have established a temporary haven to perform their machinations. But if not, there will be traces." He felt confident of this; even most vampires were not as adept at disappearing as they thought they were. "Do you have a plan?"