"I won't stand being slandered like that in my own house." Five huffs, but it's clearly more of a joke than anything. He leans his head back and closes his eyes for a moment, trying to wish away his headache. He opens an eye...nope, Klaus still there. Guess that didn't work.

"I'm not sick, I'm..." The boy makes a vague gesture with his hand towards Klaus. Whatever he's trying to say, its' really not clear. "...a little unwell."

You know, the kind of unwell that make shim end on top of fridges or falling into the bathtub. "You couldn't sleep?"