[ at that, klaus' expression flickers from congenial to irritated. she's not playing along the way he'd assumed she would. for is that not what always happens? they squabble and he gives her some time ( usually within a coffin, but one must make do ) and then they reunite. he lets the corpse drop, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand as he steps over it, as if it were nothing. drained and useless, klaus cares so very little for the life he'd taken if it hadn't gotten a reaction from her. ]
Not even a little sip, to celebrate our reunion?
[ the way klaus speaks makes it clear he assumes this is an inevitability. they'll shout a bit and then, at the very end of it, they'll reunite. that's how such things work. ]
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Not even a little sip, to celebrate our reunion?
[ the way klaus speaks makes it clear he assumes this is an inevitability. they'll shout a bit and then, at the very end of it, they'll reunite. that's how such things work. ]
I thought you'd be pleased.