"I don't know if riding would be the right analogy," Klaus says as he reaches around her to grab a coffee. He usually drinks it black, but he isn't going to say no to a little sugar. "Maybe more like wrapping presents."

He makes a scissor cutting motion with his free hand and then winks before taking a careful sip from the mug. Nodding his approval, he makes his way down the hall to Harley's bedroom to head straight for her closet.

"It's been a long time for me too," Klaus calls out as if he's just realizing it, which maybe he is. "Not since Obi-Wan was that hot little piece."