Klaus practically glows at the compliment. He doesn't deserve it, probably, but he preens anyway. Flattery is an excellent way to get things from him, though it doesn't matter right now since he's the one who offered.

"I'm just a guy who likes to drink," he says, matter-of-factly. "And one who's pretty good at judging what others might like to drink. I'm actually a superhero."

It's not really true; he was on the team as a teenager and everything, but the higher he got, the less useful he got. He never liked the title anyway, but it seems like something to brag about here in Hell.

"But you know, that life is kinda overrated. What about you? What'd you do before they rounded you up for the weight of your sins?" He's completely not serious in tone. The question is genuine, but he plays this whole thing like it's a lark, because that's what he's done about everything outside of Vietnam. How else does one deal with literal hell?