[one of the exact reasons he'd worded it that way. see, most times, he hasn't got two brain-cells to rub together, but other times – soberer ones – he's a lot smarter than most people give him credit for.]

You're welcome.

[it makes klaus's heart flutter yet again. being under the influence made it harder to conceal (don't feel), although he manages to cover with a small smile, gestures offhandedly toward nothing in particular.]

Sounds like a douchebag, [he admits, shoulders rolling nonchalantly as possible, his mouth downturned into a pout.] But you won't have to think about them anymore and soon enough, neither of us will be worrying about this place at all.