His face scrunches up at the word. "Ew." He could definitely relate. Since she isn't just kicking him to the curb for invading her room unexpectedly in the middle of the night, Klaus decides that's the same as an invitation to hang out.

He pulls the chair from the desk in the far corner over to sit in it backwards, leaning his arms against the back of it. "What time does your body think it is?"