"Yeah? Well, I may have read some shit back when I was like fourteen, but it's been awhile, and my expertise is strictly in Ghost Land." He shrugs a little. Whether John takes it or not, it's a vague invite to explain more of what he's talking about-- or not. Klaus doesn't care. Shadows in a mirror don't seem that scary, when he's used to being surrounded by the gory visage of the worst deaths anyone's ever suffered.

He chuckles softly, "Fair enough." He's spent his days in the mansion that echoes vaguely of how he grew up just as blitzed as John has, he's sure of it.