"Aw, you weren't even surprised!" Klaus says with a pout, stamping one foot before barging inside and shutting the door after him. "It was this damn coat, right? I shouldn't have worn my signature piece!"

He takes off the coat in question and tosses it onto the sofa and then pulls his little feet out of the boots, leaving him in only a flowly, sleeveless purple dress as he skips over to join Harley in the kitchen.

"Oof, long night?" He asks, reaching out to wipe away a bit of smudged eyeliner with his thumb. "You wanna gab all about it like girlfriends? Maybe have a pillow fight?"