Probably not ocean themed again. The art deco was here to stay, maybe neon though as that could pair nicely with art deco when done right. Or he could lean more into a less dark arcedemic theme with some of the smaller spaces he inhabits.

“Maybe… bed time hm?” He finally opened his eyes, looking down at the blanket that sat across their bodies. “Probably for the best with how late it is…”

“I hope mine is too…” the reoccurring nightmares of the car wreck, the occasional haunting dreams over the death of Terzo and the potential death of any of his other brothers, degrading memories of all the times he was called worthless and treated like he was nothing, those were all memories he wished to keep out of Klaus’s mind. “Goodnight sir…”

With the gentle squeeze he held his breath and waited. Sleep was a slow mistress tonight. He had not drank nearly as much as he usually did, nor did he… use up as much energy as he usually did, and there very much was a lack of nicotine in his system. And rather than being alone in bed or wrapped around Salacious, he was cozied up to one of the cardinals. Not just any one of them either across the many locations globally, the frenchman who really was in-charge of his own congregation, had a wife and kids, had a whole different life, world even, and had agreed to join the ministry so that they could start branching into France.

Talk about a situation far outside of his usual routine… no wonder sleep was coming slow. But it did eventually come as he settled his nerves. Reminding himself that he was invited. That Klaus had agreed that nothing that happens here would make its way out. He was fine… nothing was going to happen just because he went off the beaten trail and let himself be the bottom bitch for a change. Oh it felt nice to held…

“Oh wouldn’t that be something. ‘What brings you in today?’ ‘My father made me ashamed of cursing myself like an idiot years ago, and is cock blocking me from the grave. Now I’m anxious about doing the one thing I have no problem with the rest of the year because of how I look.’” All the while sitting there reaking like a cheap whore that they pulled from the back and pretending his mind isn’t preoccupied. That would be one of the worlds most awkward appointments ever, so yeah better to wait till after the seasons done.

Pushing himself up he carefully slid his body off and wandered over to grab his bottle, bringing it closer so he could take it if he needed to. Setting it on the night stand, he stretched out his wings fully before crawlling back up into his spot. Though now he positioned himself so that he could rest his head on his chest and lay with his legs between his, a little more comfortable than just tugged up on top.

“Now either I am going to take a nap, take a shot or we are going to figure out how fast we can get both of us up again.” He purred, crossing his arms as he closed his white eye. “You have found yourself in my schedule now big boy~”

His mismatched gaze flickered up to look at her as she went to open his special blood wine. It was almost scrutinizing but he didn’t open his mouth to speak. Keeping his lips pressed together in a thin line, his head bowed for a moment as he looked away. His halo was almost obnoxiously bright in that moment too. She likely thought he was being rude, but he for somereason could not bring himself to actually speak. Be it out of guilt, anger, shame, or just straight up awkwardness.