Given the layout of Obi-Wan's apartment, Klaus is able to look over into the living area as he prepares their drinks. He even goes so far as to take out the blender, dumping all the ingredients for a splendid strawberry margarita into it and watching Obi-Wan and Harley as the machine runs, grinning as she kisses his cheek.

He likes that she came over, and he likes it even more that she apparently feels safe here. Klaus knows how important it is to have a safe space, especially when you're as mixed up as he and Harley can be. The blender finishes just in time for Klaus to hear Harley's question, and he laughs as he lines up three pint glasses, since Obi-Wan (understandably) does not have margarita glasses on hand. That's okay. Klaus can fix that some other time.

"If we are, I got next," he calls out, smirking as he twists the rims of the glasses on a plate of salt and divides the drinks between all three. "Or better yet, let me scrub in, doc."

Klaus winks at Harley as he comes back over, carrying all three glasses carefully in his hands and setting them down on the table before picking one up and handing it to Harley. He places Obi-Wan's near him so he can grab it when he's done, and then picks up his own so he can sit back on Harley's other side and offer her his cheek, pointing at it with his free hand. "Lay one on me so me and Obi can match."