"Please, Mr Ravel - it's fine," Klaus reassured.

He stood and stretched, popping the crick in his neck and then knelt to carefully gather the glass.

"I'm relieved to hear you're feeling better, at least." He smiled, just a bit, as he wrapped the shards in paper towels and disposed of them in the bin.

"And... it is good to have you back."

Even if it wasn't the same Erskine or one from an earlier time.