Klaus knows too well that the little circle of conversationalists eye him when he approaches. He enjoys dipping his toes in the waters he doesn't belong in, he always has. In fact, that he started attending parties like this, that he started to endear himself to the gentrified wealthy, well. That had never really been in the plans. He'd only wanted to go to a party with Allison, and one thing lead to another.

So when Tony asks about the drinks, he shrugs a shoulder, holding one glass out to the man. "You're far more optimistic than I am, considering grandpa's asleep in the corner over there." He tilts his head to one older celebrity, asleep with his head back in one of the booths. "But I thought I would offer you a life raft in the form of something strong and hard, so you could avoid that most terrible fate."

He sips from his own drink after, shaking the glass for Tony just enough to let the ice cubs clink together for added effect.

"Should I get your assistant? I can't promise it's not laced with something fun."