“If you’d be so kind,” he replied with a curt nod at her question. Alcohol always seemed to take the edge off, but it was harder for Klaus who had to tame not one but two beasts within him. He was never without a glass in his hand full of liquor, the hard stuff of course. It barely even made a dent some days.
Strolling into her place, he casually took a look around as if he was admiring it. Truth be told it looked about as average as all the other apartments, but Klaus of course enjoyed making a spectacle of things. “So quaint. Smells of liquor and hair gel and Caroline Forbes. Magnificent really.” He turned around to watch as she prepared his drink. “Were you one of the fortunate ones to be tossed into a room with some poor vagrant? I do hope the law enforcement here is aware of the gravity of the mistakes they’re making in shacking everyone up in such a random fashion.”