[Blavat gasps as if offended, drawing back his hand and placing it to his chest like a scandalized damsel.]

I'm wounded! You barely know me and you're calling me trouble!

[But of course he doesn't actually sound that "wounded" at all. He doesn't really care, and Klaus seems entertaining enough. So he shrugs then, instantly dropping the act of mock-offense.] But I'll let it slide. I foresee us getting along very well.