"You won't frighten me," Klaus warned her. He'd never truly been faced with the idea of his body exploding, but Klaus was certain that somehow he would be healed. It would undoubtedly take someone putting him back together, but he would certainly come back. "I've transferred myself into other bodies before, so the concept is nothing new to me," he droned, as if bored by the idea. Klaus worked steadily to maintain the display of not being angry. It was a trial, but he was determined to retain control even as she made her threats and moved far too within his personal space. Revenge was a dish best served cold, he reminded himself. Revenge was better when there was a plan to make it last.
As she transformed some bit of herself, a blade to slice into his skin, Klaus growled in impatience. "Is this how you defeat your victims, then?" he challenged. "Pinning them down so they can't escape your tedium?" He shot her a venomous glare. "If you want to make an attempt on my life, be done with it. At least as my body mends itself, I won't be subjected to your prattling." He couldn't physically wrest himself from her grasp, but perhaps he could insult his way out of them.