The pretty little thing had a flair for the dramatic and it made Bill smile. It was hard not to trust someone like that, they certainly weren't a Death Eater, not with eyeliner like that. But that didn't actually lessen the slight feeling of anxiety that Bill had no idea where he was and that he couldn't seem to leave. There were curses in place in tombs that stopped you popping in and out, or wards like on Hogwarts, but that felt different than this.
Bill couldn't even focus completely on flirting, although he couldn't turn it off either. He cupped the tip of his wand against the breeze before he held it out so Klaus could light his own as well. "Ta da!" He exclaimed with a grin. "You should see what else I can do."
He pat down his pockets, hoping there might be a flask somewhere in his jacket, letting out a sigh when he didn't find one. "Anywhere around here a gent can get a nip of something?" Bill asked doubtfully as he looked around the deserted square.