And he's chill again. Klaus smiles a little, resisting the urge to feel good about himself over it. Blackbeard seems to go pretty hot and cold, so it's probably just a thing. But if there's more drinking, Klaus will just...uh...keep up. "I have skills," they say sagely, knowing full well that if anyone complimented them, they would die on the spot. Probably best not to reveal that as a weakness when you might be knife fighting someone.

Klaus pauses. "Not to be annoying, but probably less likely to get in trouble with Friday if she catches you smoking in the casino or Tauva," he says. "She might not have a face, but she's still spookily able to see things."

But yes. That's also something he's heard his dad say constantly. Usually with a heaping pile of disappointment in their direction. "Know where to take it?" Klaus considers that. "Is there like a better place to get stabbed?" Diego would probably know this.