[which is good because klaus's tone of voice suggests the tease is completely harmless; it's how one would use an affectionate nickname, like when he calls him 'q.' absentmindedly tipping his head, he averts his attention to where quentin's holding his arm again, eyelashes fluttering heavily.]

Better get used to it, then. We both kinda owe each other.

[shit, speaking of: here's hoping the orderlies don't find the slip he'd tucked away in his pillowcase right away. maybe he'll be able to sneak in and get it before they toss the room.]

Anything else...? Uh, no, can't do telepathy. [he hums, thoughtful, shifting the arm quentin isn't holding so he can drum his fingers along the magician's shoulder.] Evocation? Daddy Dearest says I've got plenty of potential to live up to if I'd just [a long, drawn-out sigh] stop pumping myself full of poison.