[ klaus blinks, both mildly bewildered and softened by the presumption, because the notion she meant let alone believes that he has friends didn't occur to him at all. probably because he knows he so often doesn't. he does, he realizes, have friends—he has lucifer and leopold, in their ways. his own lips purse as he tries again and with moderate success to hide his smile; naturally he wonders if she includes herself on this list. ] I suppose I have a few. [ as if taken by a thought, he leans in conspiratorially. ] Actually, I could use your advice.
no subject