Klaus I 13
Klaus only grinned when she suggested a stage, "Maybe throw a pole up there and I'd consider it." He told her laughing. It would be fun, though he had a feeling that there were more than enough people here who might not appreciate such a thing. It wouldn't be anything that would keep him busy enough to make it a full time gig, but for parties? Well that was the kind of thing Klaus could get into.
There was something about being sober that made it easier for him to pay attention, to hold on to details like that, names of people he heard about in passing, or saw around town even if they hadn't talked. And then he got to have moments like this, of recognition and see the way people enjoyed that. So he was pretty great really.
"Biscuits?" He asked when she mentioned them. "What kind?"