He doesn't have time for Klaus' bullshit. ... That's what he'd like to tell himself, but honestly? He kind of does, here. There's nothing pressing to do and whether he rushes or not is ultimately meaningless so yes, actually, he does have time for Klaus' bullshit.

That doesn't mean he has to enjoy it, though. He lets out a heavy, very clearly annoyed sigh at that whole speech— "I'll give it to you, Klaus. You're a near-constant surprise. The more we talk the more disturbed I am by what passes through that head of yours."

And he hasn't had nearly enough coffee to deal with it just yet, honestly. Something which he's very intent on fixing, so he starts gathering everything necessary to brew himself some.

"For the record no, it doesn't look like a penis."