"I am not! Once you're down, I'll even play the song for you." At least in Five's favor, when he leans on the chandelier, Klaus keeps quiet and (bizarrely) steady, despite how he's shifting his feet back and forth.

"You stubborn ass," he huffs, toes teetering over the edge of the railing then straightening back out. If he continues standing, the broken neck might still be an option--

But then Five opens his eyes again and he visibly brightens, somehow managing a smile through the precariousness of the position he's in. "No, I'm not, because I don't want you to get hurt."