It's maybe just a little gratifying when the handsome stranger jumps back just like Klaus did. He laughs, puts a hand against his chest, ignores the itch under the skin of his forearms, and raises his brows as the guy pushes a hand through his hair and asks about the good ol' Umbrella Academy.

Of course.

"Well well well, come for a little superhero tourism, have we? Come right in."

Klaus sees it too, the hint of edginess that comes from the craving, the need, the waves of want that get so overwhelming you can't really focus on anything but riding through it, like the world's worst surf ride. But he doesn't comment. Best to leave these things unsaid.

"I am one of the aforementioned children, do go on."