"Hell, I get confused about how old I am if I think about it too hard," Klaus says distractedly, setting his mug down on the dresser as he steps into the closet. That's more the fault of time travel, but he figures that it counts. "But it was a bit ago, yeah."

He laughs at the pet name and pulls the dress over her head, leaving him in nothing but a pair of his own lacy purple underwear. He reaches back and gives said sweet cheeks a pat through the lace before reaching for a bright pink dress and yanking it off its hanger.

"Your clothes are so fantastic." He walks back out of the closet and slings the dress over his bare shoulder so he can reach for the coffee again. "I have no idea what I should steal."