He didn't budge as the guards moved forward. He stood straight and rigid, arms behind his back. There was a mechanical whir as his knuckledusters fixed into place, however.

Yuri unsheathing his sword brought the tension to a boiling point. Klaus was ready.

And then there was muffled shouting, growing louder until the door swung open. A glass vase sailed over his head. A plate over his shoulder. And then with reflexes that should not be possible for a man who looked like he should be lumbering through life, Klaus caught a second plate that would have gotten him squarely in the back of his head. He hadn't even turned around. And then Erskine stumbled into his back and he finally turned his cold gaze from the guards.

He looked at Erskine slightly perplexed as he and the woman untangled, and then he realized what the ruse was. Clever man- it was the sort of thing Steven would have done. He was a terrible liar, but he could play along well enough.

"Is this what the Justicar is expending her resources on?" He asked, just a tinge of annoyance in his voice as he helped the Dead Man upright. "Mr Ravel, such behaviour is truly unbecoming," he chided.