He knew what Klaus was talking about, how coming outside and getting a lungful of fresh air brought you back into your body and reality crashing back down. Which might have been a disaster if this had been someone else or he'd had a bit much to drink, but he was sober and Klaus was still lovely out here with some of the spell of the nightclub broken. Clearly the spell was them and not the location.
It wasn't frantic, there was an ease to how they touched each other, but that didn't take away from how intense it could be. It was easy but Bill liked easy, it certainly was no insult in his book, who wanted things to be hard? "It comes very naturally to you," he said as he let his empty hand rest on Klaus' thigh.
Bill looked down at the other man's hand, letting him draw him forward until there was nowhere else to go, not while they were dressed anyway. "I've had some practice," he said as after he exhaled a puff of smoke over their heads. "I started sneaking out to places like this when I was sixteen." Of course Bill had been Head Boy and got perfect marks, but he'd always been a little bit wild.