"That wasn't an outright rejection on the dancercize and I have to tell you that is a very dangerous road to go down, darling," Klaus laughs softly at the thought and lets himself fall back onto the mat, eyes closing as he tips his face toward a patch of sun. It's warm, disarming in a way, but even with his defenses down, there's little that Klaus can't handle. "We'll just have so much fun."
He stills if only to listen to the waves in the distance, which seem suppressed by the sound of that chuckle. Klaus opens his eyes and turns his head to look at the man on the ground across from him, a faint smile on his lips. It's a good sound, and with Tony distracted, he takes a second to admire the man in the dappled light. The dim light of the bar back then did little to dull his features, and even though Klaus can see the shadows of whatever it is the man saw in Afghanistan in the lines of his face, Tony Stark is handsome. No wonder he's a lady killer, after all.
Klaus shifts to prop himself up on an elbow. "Is that so? That's a real shame, I was just thinking if I'd had a yard like this I'd bring my niece here to do all the sight seeing and digging her little heart could desire, landscaping bedamned. Which I'm sure has cost thousands to upkeep, but what's a yard and garden with a view if you don't use it?"
Sitting up, Klaus draws his knees against his chest, tilting his head to rest against the tops. "Sounds like we'll be doing a lot of outdoor yoga, if only so I can live vicariously through you. Maybe when you're feeling especially bendy I'll even get you down on the beach. I mean, who wouldn't want to see this," he gestures once to himself, fingers wiggling, "Rolled up in sand. And don't even get me started on you. Ugh. But we'll start with shade and grass for now, can't progress too quickly. Can't have all those good looks getting to your head."
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He stills if only to listen to the waves in the distance, which seem suppressed by the sound of that chuckle. Klaus opens his eyes and turns his head to look at the man on the ground across from him, a faint smile on his lips. It's a good sound, and with Tony distracted, he takes a second to admire the man in the dappled light. The dim light of the bar back then did little to dull his features, and even though Klaus can see the shadows of whatever it is the man saw in Afghanistan in the lines of his face, Tony Stark is handsome. No wonder he's a lady killer, after all.
Klaus shifts to prop himself up on an elbow. "Is that so? That's a real shame, I was just thinking if I'd had a yard like this I'd bring my niece here to do all the sight seeing and digging her little heart could desire, landscaping bedamned. Which I'm sure has cost thousands to upkeep, but what's a yard and garden with a view if you don't use it?"
Sitting up, Klaus draws his knees against his chest, tilting his head to rest against the tops. "Sounds like we'll be doing a lot of outdoor yoga, if only so I can live vicariously through you. Maybe when you're feeling especially bendy I'll even get you down on the beach. I mean, who wouldn't want to see this," he gestures once to himself, fingers wiggling, "Rolled up in sand. And don't even get me started on you. Ugh. But we'll start with shade and grass for now, can't progress too quickly. Can't have all those good looks getting to your head."