Klaus is more than pleased to have someone eager to drink what he's making. The accent isn't one he's used to, but whatever. Cigarette smoke is also fine, though it reminds him that he doesn't have any cigs with him so he'll have to acquire some soon enough.

For now, though, just alcohol will do.

He gestures grandly with the oversized martini glass he's filled. "This is a Blue Hawaiian," he says, loftily. His lofty tone is fake as hell (or, well, fake as something else) on purpose. He likes attention, so it's easy to show off.

"You don't look like a man who appreciates the fruity drink variety, though," he says, in a tone more like whatever passed for "regular" on Klaus. "So how about this."

He sets his own drink down, after taking a large sip of it, and rummages in the bottles behind the bar.

He mixes several kinds of whiskey together in a shot glass big enough to be three shot glasses and sets it in front of John on the bar with a flourish and a grin.

"That's a three wise men. Bottoms up." He figures if the other guy doesn't like it, whatever, he'll drink that and mix something else. There's more than enough alcohol to keep this up.