[not to worry, v, he and dante have some things in common but are also quite different. mostly in places where it matters, too. klaus softens somewhat whenever v agrees with him, downcasts his own gaze then reaches for the flask, tucking it back into his pocket afterward.

feels a little selfish; though, in his defense, maybe he feels it's rightly claimed for once? and v doesn't seem to be judging, given the offer of charms.]

...I hadn't. [partially since half of him's afraid of the withdrawal, all while the other part almost prefers being inebriated most days. this, however, is true about his whole self:] Also because I'm sort of an idiot who forgot that was even an option?

[they're surrounded by magic twenty-four seven and, how unsurprising, something so small never occurred to him. maybe because he's drunk far often than not. he tucks his cup between his arms, leans over the table and carefully catches one of the cords, examining the trinkets there.]

Sounds brilliant, honestly. Where'd you get these done? Or did you make 'em yourself?