[ He was fully expecting to catch Klaus by surprise, and he's not disappointed by that. He does frown slightly at the laugh, struggling not to grab Klaus just then and punish him for it. He wants him out of his clothes first.

So he waits instead, until Klaus's clothes are out of the way. Scattered across the room, predictably. He lets out a disapproving sound, shaking his head as he moves closer to Klaus.

Then he moves a hand up to grab him by the jaw, fingers curling and digging hard into his cheeks. ]

Did you think I was joking? Does it look like I'm fucking around? And do tell me what's so funny that you felt the urge to laugh. You think this is some kind of game?

[ He presses his nails harder, putting enough pressure to it that he starts forcing Klaus down to his knees. ]

Look at the mess you've made, you useless trash. You're gonna clean up after yourself, and I might be inclined to be a little more lenient. Pick your clothes up with your fucking mouth and take them to that chair over there. Now.