Well then. Kurt was awfully glad he hadn't asked the right questions, if threats to kill him were the answers! "It's okay, I...uh. Yeah, we don't need to do death tonight, in any way, shape, or form."
He shrugged, his own eyes - oceanic, with the slightest touch of green in this form - thoughtful, maybe even a little sad. "It's better, I think," he finally said. "But it's still...not good. It's still kept quiet, but you can tell. You can hear the hushed whispers and the scorn. I was chased by a mob in Bavaria because...I'm not as pretty as you, let's just say, I probably do need a disguise."