For a moment Diego figures that Klaus is going to busy himself with something else in the kitchen, but when he comes back with the creamer he pauses slightly in surprise. It's hard to tell, though, if the surprise is at the creamer itself or the fact that Klaus had caught on to the fact that he's not all that used to coffee, let alone black coffee.

But, since Klaus uses the creamer, it's easier for Diego to do the same. Not too much, just a splash...until he tastes it, and then he casually adds a little bit more before going back to the sandwich on the pan as if nothing happened.

He glances towards his brother again, though, as he continues talking and fills him in on what he has been doing. Teaching yoga, of all things, and shit. He wonders if Reginald would die of an aneurysm if he knew what one of his sons was doing, after raising them all to save the world.

"Surf?" Diego all but barks out a laugh at that, shaking his head. "Shit, well. No, that doesn't really sound like you." A smile settles on his lips, but he makes it a point to not watch him as he eats. And he makes sure to not look so satisfied at the fact that he's eating, even if internally he can't help the way the knot in his stomach relaxes at the sight.

"Sounds like you've got it pretty good out here."