Bill was never going without magic again. Never. Never ever. It had been enough, what with the Werewolf and being powerless and no, not something he was doing again. The moment he felt better he'd got his wand back in his hand and things had gone back to normal. Well normal for this place, which meant tending to the gardens. The surprise of a chest full of potions ingredients had been very welcome, some of the stuff he'd be able to plant and grow more of and some of the rarer items he'd hoard.
When Klaus reached out about some mystery favor, well Bill was quick to accept. He was a nice guy and he liked Klaus, if it wasn't his first born or a vial of blood he was sure he'd accept.
He popped the kettle on, threw a tray of biscuits in the oven and waited for him to show. The tea was brewing when he arrived and Bill opened the door with an easy smile in place. "I was dying then and now I'm living," Bill agreed as he caught Klaus in the crook of his elbow and pulled him in for a long slow kiss. "I'm feeling much, much better."