Malcolm reached out and set a hand on Klaus' arm, intentionally meeting his eyes.

"It's honestly fine." He gave his arm a gentle squeeze before letting go. "I've been sleeping in restraints since I was fourteen. Including in boarding school," he said, scooping coffee into the press. "Two different boarding schools, in fact. And there's not been anyone who ever saw my bed and didn't make the same assumption you did, more or less." He looked over. "It took me by surprise for a moment, but I'm not, like, offended."