Klaus follows behind her like a dutiful, lost puppy, taking small satisfaction in the fact that he's parading around her house in nothing but cheetah print underwear. He idly hopes that Patrick wakes up and catches them like this in the wee hours of the morning, but he knows that wouldn't blow over well.

He's pulled from his own mischief when she proffers the cigarettes and he takes up the package gratefully, bringing it to his nose to smell the bite of tobacco. "Ah, and Gabriel blew his horn," he muses, drawing one out almost immediately, weighing the lighter in his hand. She hardly has to gesture to the sliding doors before he's moving in that direction, like his body's already moving of his own accord.

"Best welcome present ever," he murmurs around the cigarette. "Can you be around a deadly smoker or should I wait?" Because he wants to be near her as much as he wants the cigarette. "You can recite me all the lines from your last movie. I didn't get in to see it before I did the whole Overdose Act. I really should have won an Oscar for that performance."