[Klaus doesn't actually do much reading, or at least he hasn't sat down with a good book since who knows when, but the analogy still works. Or at least it would, if he was here for a lesson and not trying to practice in private. While he knew he'd be doing this out in open where anyone could come by and pester him - and let's face it, that's half the fun - this isn't exactly a scenario he'd foreseen.]
Sorry, what?
[He blinks at her for a moment, posture relaxing. Whatever focus he had is completely lost.]
no subject
Sorry, what?
[He blinks at her for a moment, posture relaxing. Whatever focus he had is completely lost.]
You don't even know what I'm trying to do.