You and Klaus were left alone together at the mansion, apparently because you two were ‘untrustworthy’, as the other were God knows where. Teleporting downstairs from your room, you sighed and made yourself yet another coffee. When you turned around, you saw Klaus in the living room, about to light a cigarette. After three years of sobriety? You paused, eventually trying to take it from him. “It’s just a cigarette, Eight. It can’t be that bad.” He protested woozily.