He shrugs as if it's no big deal, as if he's bored of it. And, well, that part isn't a lie; he's getting tired of the pomp and circumstance that always has to happen whenever he goes somewhere. The acting, the fake smiles, the niceties. He has considerably less patience now than he used to do when he was younger, and the majority of the time he throws caution to the wind and does whatever the hell he wants, anyway. But, he also knows what his company can handle. The scandals it can absorb, the ones that would give Obadiah an ulcer as he tried to get Public Relations to smooth things over. It's all a balancing act, one that he is far too good at playing.
He casually gives the bartender a very generous tip, one that passes without anything more than a handshake, before he turns back to his drink as Klaus speaks. "If you don't think the star of tonight's event will be upset, then who am I to argue."
This, he tells himself, is why he ventures out sometimes. Because, despite all the crap that he finds the majority of the time, there are occasionally moments like these. People like Klaus that are actually refreshing to talk to.
He chuckles, a sly smirk settling on his face. "I guess you'll get a chance to find out, won't you." He tilts his head slightly, his smirk widening. "But hey, if I get a hoorah that will get me through the week, then I guess we're both winning tonight."
"Oh dear, I guess I will," Klaus teases, sipping from his drink and leaning against the bar easily. He'll need to text Allison soon, find a way to phrase it so he doesn't worry her when he pops in at home late.
While Klaus hasn't turned down one night trysts like this, he doesn't seek them out like he might have back home. Instead, he entertains himself with a little flirting (which sometimes lands him a client), a little schmoozing, and walks out as nothing more than a pretty thing decorating Allison's arm on the way to the car.
So the fact that Tony seems to have taken him up on his little escape joke? Well, he can't be mad about it. The man's fine in a way that excites him. A little sharp, witty, mysterious. He's heard a lot about Tony Stark and wouldn't it be fun to have a peek at what the man is like behind a bedroom door?
"I don't make promises I can't keep," he muses around the mouth of his glass, smirking over at Tony. "I could give you a hoorah to last you the month, but where's the fun in that? Maybe my own charm will leave you wanting more." He winks, teasing.
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He shrugs as if it's no big deal, as if he's bored of it. And, well, that part isn't a lie; he's getting tired of the pomp and circumstance that always has to happen whenever he goes somewhere. The acting, the fake smiles, the niceties. He has considerably less patience now than he used to do when he was younger, and the majority of the time he throws caution to the wind and does whatever the hell he wants, anyway. But, he also knows what his company can handle. The scandals it can absorb, the ones that would give Obadiah an ulcer as he tried to get Public Relations to smooth things over. It's all a balancing act, one that he is far too good at playing.
He casually gives the bartender a very generous tip, one that passes without anything more than a handshake, before he turns back to his drink as Klaus speaks. "If you don't think the star of tonight's event will be upset, then who am I to argue."
This, he tells himself, is why he ventures out sometimes. Because, despite all the crap that he finds the majority of the time, there are occasionally moments like these. People like Klaus that are actually refreshing to talk to.
He chuckles, a sly smirk settling on his face. "I guess you'll get a chance to find out, won't you." He tilts his head slightly, his smirk widening. "But hey, if I get a hoorah that will get me through the week, then I guess we're both winning tonight."
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While Klaus hasn't turned down one night trysts like this, he doesn't seek them out like he might have back home. Instead, he entertains himself with a little flirting (which sometimes lands him a client), a little schmoozing, and walks out as nothing more than a pretty thing decorating Allison's arm on the way to the car.
So the fact that Tony seems to have taken him up on his little escape joke? Well, he can't be mad about it. The man's fine in a way that excites him. A little sharp, witty, mysterious. He's heard a lot about Tony Stark and wouldn't it be fun to have a peek at what the man is like behind a bedroom door?
"I don't make promises I can't keep," he muses around the mouth of his glass, smirking over at Tony. "I could give you a hoorah to last you the month, but where's the fun in that? Maybe my own charm will leave you wanting more." He winks, teasing.