"It's not unreasonable to expect me to treat you fairly," Klaus reasoned, "however I've been trained."

He folded his hands in his lap, watching Devin as the vampire looked out over the bar. Devin had never struck him as the sort to fidget, but he wondered if that was somehow analogous to it. Whether or not it was the case, the way he tried to downplay what he'd endured back in his world gave off a sense of discomfort.

He wondered if he should ask. He wanted to, but he still very much felt like he had no right butting into Devin's business.

Concern won out over manners, however.

"May I ask what happened during that five months?"