Well, this is certainly going to be a fun little dance between the two of them. All of a sudden, Klaus's rather delighted he looks (mostly) presentable at the moment, aside from his hair being a little more mussed than usual.

“Right? A little offense, a little defense.” He upturns tattooed palms, makes a faint scaling gestures between them then lowers the left arm, the one still raised waving dismissively. “Nah, I couldn't ask you to do that. I've been practicing a while now already and who knows how much longer I'll take?” His hand withdraws, fingertips lightly tapping his chin in thought. “Do you know how to throw? Maybe I could teach you a little something.”

At least he's not completely unsubtle about it.