Still satisfied from having felt himself around fully around Elijah not that long ago at all, a pleased, satisfied look held on Klaus' face. There was a certain type of joy in his eyes, excited at what was about to happen.

He wanted Elijah to do everything his own way, and feeling touches that reflected that he planned to take it slow did make Klaus needy even quicker than he would have been if touches were more firm. Needy, but willing to go at whatever pace Elijah set.

"The man about to take me is just as perfect," Klaus said with a low hum. "Though you might have to. We can't have anything even close in appearance to us running around, can we?"