Well, damn, that was far easier than he was expecting. It's not like he'd been thinking Jim would turn him down, aside from the off-chance he isn't the other man's type, but that's another thing he'd obviously been wrong about.

Without missing a beat, Klaus bridges what little distance there is between them, hooks his arm with Jim's and begins leading them away. Screw the knives, he'll either come back for them or find other ones to use later. There are always more weapons to be made, surely.

“Actually,” he murmurs, dipping closer to whisper against Jim's ear, “if you haven't got any objections – and have decent enough balance – I'd like to hit the Tyrhaus showers.” Because the less questions he has to deal with, the better.