Klaus returned with drinks just as Bill was doing something to the couch, and then as he sat he realized that where it had been broken it was fixed. "You wizards," He said shaking his head, "You really are something else, I could have used someone like you a long time ago." After all the little things he'd seen some of the wizards in town do, Klaus was absolutely certain he'd have loved having a wizard around basically his entire life if that had ever been an option. As it was though he was certainly happy to make do with the here and now.
And right here and now there was Bill, sitting comfortably on his couch explaining that he was a cursebreaker, which sounded like exactly the right sort of thing for him, though Klaus had no idea what someone who was a curse breaker might look like other than the specimen before him. "Sounds like that's probably pretty interesting."
Klaus sat close, turned on the seat cushion so he could face Bill, one leg tucked up beneath him. "Me? Oh you know, a little of this," He held his hand out in one direction, "a little of that," and then the other. "Mostly, I do my best to avoid things like work whenever possible." He admitted easily, Klaus was never shy about who he was, and who he was back home - well he didn't do things like jobs, at least not real ones. He only ever did enough to have just enough cash on him for his next high.
"Here though - I guess I'm in the supply business." He shrugged, it was strange how it had happened, but it turned out he had a knack for the kind of robbery that allowed him to make multiple trips through the doors and come back with small things that everyone seemed to want at some point or another. "You don't realize how much you want some things until suddenly it's not an option any more."