Ooooookay. Klaus still doesn’t think it matters, but if he’s gonna be so serious about it…

There’s a shrug. “I don’t know. It just showed up and who am I to refuse a spontaneous and free drink?” He may have been thinking about it, but not exactly this. “Maybe this is a weird and creepy bar. I can usually see ghosts, but I can’t see shit here.” He shrugs. He’s not surprised, but that’s another story. “Don’t worry about it.”