[oh, good! that'll come in handy when whoever actually owns this place comes a-knocking.

Klaus positively beams as the door swings open, all sunshine and butter-wouldn't-melt, his hands folded together under his chin like his face is a portrait he's presenting just for Josh to glare at.]

How can I, when you're always such pleasant company in the morning? And so cute, too!

[it's not really a joke. Josh's glasses are threatening to slide right off his face, and Klaus slips them back on properly and pats his cheek afterwards. how the hell is he meant to resist, when Josh looks all cosy and adorable and pissed off?]

Ooh, wouldn't that be fun? I wonder if I could still summon ghosts as a ghost.