Klaus didn't lie to them as he leaned his head back against the leather headrest.
"Yeah. A bit. I killed her dad, took his stuff, and now she's looking at me like some kind of saint while she thinks the Witch Cult did it."
Sparky scoffed loudly, kicking her tiny bare heels against his collarbone.
"You better feel guilty, you fucking thief and brute! You walked into our camp, butchered everyone, gutted Lord Varhem, and turned me into your personal battery!"
Klaus didn't react to her insults. He just stared at the ceiling, accepting the truth of her words.
Seeing that her harsh words didn't provoke an argument, Sparky's spiky hair relaxed with the blue sparks fading away.
She looked down at her tiny boots, her face flushing a rosy pink as she fidgeted with her tunic.
