He watched, almost in awe, as Kjell stood and there was a silent appreciation that he wasn't trying to pull his hand away. A man of his word, then, though Ash had never suspected otherwise. With his hand still in Kjell's, he allowed himself to be assisted to his feet, keeping his eyes on the Nosferatu's. Ash laced their fingers together, nevermind the claws still, holding Kjell's hand like they were closer than they actually were.
Ash wanted to smile, could feel a twitch at the corners of his mouth. Would they now? "And will you? I saw you, you know, at the very end," his gaze drifted away to his destroyed paintings, shredded canvases with other older or long gone Nosferatu facing them. "I do hope you enjoyed yourself." He didn't mention how he hadn't approached, how he had been wanting to give Kjell space. None of that mattered. It wouldn't ever matter, he supposed.