He snorts and shrugs, nodding a bit. "Yeah, yeah it would. But hey- I've had worse dates, trust me." And not-dates. But they still had worse of a start than this. So hey. Points for that.

Klaus flirts like breathing, doesn't even notice half the time when he does it, but since he's been in Mathias? He hasn't noticed anything like reciprocation from much of anyone here. Far be it from him to judge anyone for not exactly having flirting or dating or even sex on the brain when they're in a fog-filled hellscape, but... it isn't the worst thing in the world, feeling that little spark, that little charge in the air between two people hitting it off.

"So," he turns to look over his shoulder at the older man. "what's your favorite thing to do when you get drunk?"