[chill, huaisang, holy shit! he's not brandishing the knife at him or anything, just using it to knick the end of the cucumber off first. then, once that's done, he slices a few off into his hand, pops one into his mouth and casts huaisang a considering look.

except it's not fine, really? he could've explained better and should, but naturally, his rude ass won't.

mouth full of cucumber slices, he levels huaisang with kohled eyes, as if almost daring him to continue bitching about the terrible explanation he gave. thank goodness though, he doesn't and that spares klaus from having to try providing proper clarification. where's a dictionary when you need one, yeah?

he'd been planning on offering some vegetable his way, though considering how he steps back, that has him rethinking the idea. the bow is still more polite than a lot of gestures he's received, however.] ‘Sweetheart’ is just a term of endearment and lightswitches are what turn the lights on and off. [he makes a brief upward motion toward the nearest light fixture then gets right back to cutting more cucumber.] Nice to meet you, my name's Klaus. Do you have a preference on which name I use?