Klaus lets out a little barking laugh completely devoid of humour and shakes his head.

"Well, I think the one thing we all have in common is that we feel right at home with weird shit."

Klaus glances over one shoulder, eyes searching Ben's face for a few moments before he drapes back over the desk and tilts his head back, looking at Ben upside-down. He heaves a deep sigh, half-closes his eyes.

"I think you might be mine? You look familiar."