After Klaus almost killed Doc with the sex dungeon talk - he's not a prude but where he normally can cover for Malcolm's... occasional outbursts, it was impossible not to address that question directly - he had three glasses of moonshine in quick succession and the rest of the night kind of just rolled on by like a rug slowly and gradually being pulled from under them.

"Young man," he addresses as he adjusts his hat, legs spread wide to keep Klaus from hitting the floor although it leaves him vulnerable to getting his family jewels robbed. "There is a perfectly good empty seat over there." And yet Doc isn't in a hurry to shove him off. He barely fidgets, shifting only to accommodate Klaus's weight.

He has barely seen Klaus since he discovered Five's body. They have certainly not talked about their little heart-to-heart. It... is good to see him in such good spirits now. And Doc is already on his second bottle of moonshine so he gives no fucks about playing a game of gay chicken he knows he cannot win.

"I've nothing to tip you with for your lapdance."