You could lift me up by my ass. Call it butt curls. [Definitely too much mischief in this one person.] By which, I mean, your hands would be on my ass and I'd probably be facing you, so you could just give me a kiss as you lifted me up. That's reasonable, right?

[There it is. The long stare that is Klaus being hit by something so adorably romantic that they do not know how to react to it. Except to stare into space. How do you even react to that?]