"She's five going on sixty. She turns six next month and I think she'll have taken over the country by then. The world by seven. The universe and beyond by seven and a half. I'd warn you, but I think the kid's got a good head on her shoulders."
Klaus smiles when he speaks of Claire, and he might as well be talking about his own kid for all the fondness in his voice and his expression. But in a way, Claire saved him from himself, long before she could speak, long before he knew her.
"So you be careful. Give me the code to the beach and she might have your whole house on command after that." He snorts, picking idly at the grass with his free hand, pleased to see Tony propping himself up. There's something more relaxed about him, and while Klaus can't help but admire the view, he's glad to see the man letting down a defense or two. The sand comment doesn't go without notice, though, and he laughs.
"No sand, got it. To be honest, it's so uncomfortable and it's like glitter, the shit just gets everywhere. So maybe we'll stick to grass and greener pastures for now. I'll let you do all the difficult yoga work and I'll go have myself a nice little suntan. I'll conduct class anywhere, so long as we've got room to breathe."
Small spaces make him antsy, remind him a little too much of a childhood spend in dark, looming mausoleums and cramped graves. "But by all means," he shifts to sit up, but not without arching his back and tossing his hair dramatically, "Admire the view all you please. But that's a two way street, mister, and I think there might be some kind of sexual harassment clause in the contract. Though I think Ms. Potts was more worried about you. Jokes on her, hm?" He smiles as he draws up into a cross legged sit.
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Klaus smiles when he speaks of Claire, and he might as well be talking about his own kid for all the fondness in his voice and his expression. But in a way, Claire saved him from himself, long before she could speak, long before he knew her.
"So you be careful. Give me the code to the beach and she might have your whole house on command after that." He snorts, picking idly at the grass with his free hand, pleased to see Tony propping himself up. There's something more relaxed about him, and while Klaus can't help but admire the view, he's glad to see the man letting down a defense or two. The sand comment doesn't go without notice, though, and he laughs.
"No sand, got it. To be honest, it's so uncomfortable and it's like glitter, the shit just gets everywhere. So maybe we'll stick to grass and greener pastures for now. I'll let you do all the difficult yoga work and I'll go have myself a nice little suntan. I'll conduct class anywhere, so long as we've got room to breathe."
Small spaces make him antsy, remind him a little too much of a childhood spend in dark, looming mausoleums and cramped graves. "But by all means," he shifts to sit up, but not without arching his back and tossing his hair dramatically, "Admire the view all you please. But that's a two way street, mister, and I think there might be some kind of sexual harassment clause in the contract. Though I think Ms. Potts was more worried about you. Jokes on her, hm?" He smiles as he draws up into a cross legged sit.