Obviously, waking up from a three-and-a-half-year coma couldn't have been welcomed any better. The entire world celebrated, and now his wives had made sure he never ever gave in to death ever again.
The irony in that, considering he is on the path to one day becoming the Lord of Death.
However, the concept of Klaus ever going into a near-death stage will, after this marathon, escape his mind. Next time, using his big brain, he will come up with a better plan that gives him even better odds of survival than this one.
The naked bodies of the drop-down goddess are lazily resting on the same bed as his.
Sight of majestic boobs at only an arm's reach.
The allure of having some of the best butts in this uninhabitable universe as his pillow to rest his head on.
And the sight of beauties that could bring the fall of a nation playing with his paragon rod, all coupled with him having tasted the only juice he could never grow tired of tasting - Klaus is beyond happy.
