A scoff escapes him. "Since when? You were the worst about keeping score of everything." True, time and experience may have changed him, but... let's be honest, even in more recent history together, Five has definitely still had the I'm better than you chip on his shoulder.

The glare doesn't phase him. He just gives a full-body-and-facial shrug in response at him because, honestly, if Five didn't see it, Klaus wasn't going to give him a powerpoint explaining the ways he was kind of like Dad. He knows it isn't something any of them want to hear, though, so he doesn't press on it any further, either. They've all got a piece of him tied up inside of them somewhere, none of them were left unmarked by him.

"Sure," he nods a bit. His powers were a lot less physical most of the time, though he has gotten significantly better at manifesting spirits in the last few years.

Both eyebrows arch at that declaration. "Oh-ka-ay...? What's there?" Because it feels significant, somehow, but he's not sure why.