"Is it?" He glances back over at Raylan. "Like, ninety percent of my life is basically one giant trauma-party-overdose blur," he mimes something moving fast away from him with one hand. "so I guess I don't really know what my prime is even supposed to look like." He laughs a little at the comment about the last time he was over. "Oh, yeah, were you a little jealous, wanted a little lap action for yourself?" He teases lightly, grinning the whole while.

"I just call it like I see it." Which is actually a very large part of how Klaus lives his life, and it doesn't always do him any favors. But at least it leaves him genuine in wherever he may stand with someone. "You still got plenty of time before you're an old man." he assures him with another wild grin.

He knows he shouldn't be smiling this much. Feeling this light, in the wake over everything. But sometimes? Sometimes it's easier to overcompensate in the opposite direction just so he doesn't completely fucking lose it. He's sure everyone's noticed the scar creeping out of his collar up one side of his neck, but they've politely not said a word about it.