( klaus pulls in a short breath when angus mentions his loss, even if the boy seems to gloss right over it. he's never been rich with patriarchal, loving family members, but he can certainly grasp their importance. especially now, in endeavoring to be one for his daughter.

klaus settles into a seat against an old bathtub, reaching for a towel himself.

the least he should do in this boy's presence is clean the blood off his face. ) Well, I'm sorry to hear about your grandfather, and I appreciate the offer, but I'm quite happy the way I am. ( he smiles, but it doesn't quite his eyes.

perhaps not happy, but he wouldn't want to be different. he is who he was made to be. who he's chosen to be.

he lies, and doesn't, all at once: ) It means I can help people like you, who might need it.

You see, when I was a child, my mother cast a spell to protect her children, and it gave us powers, to protect ourselves.