Just as Jalen turned away, a flicker of gold flash in Klaus's eye color. Grunting softly while the others spoke, he stepped back, rubbing his eyes, he could feel them shift as if someone shoved an eye contact into his eyes or something. It was an itching irritating feeling.
He didn't pay too much attention to the conversation, sure he was shaken back into himself, but he couldn't stop thinking. What would happen next? Would they make it? And What was happening to himself? Was he losing his mind? So many questions like these wanted to drive him insane, but something kept pulling him back out of the madness, the madness of where they were, the madness of where his thoughts started to take him and the darkness that each step into this world was leading him.
"Fine by me. Though you leave the old couple's house alone. If I find out you've stolen from them you'll have more to worry about than reappearing wounds." She warned Jalen. Her tone toward Jalen wasn't harsh or judgmental, but she definitely was serious, it made Klaus look up and listen in. Then she got a devilish eyes shifting them to Klaus, and in that instant he knew she had it in for him, and what she was thinking. "In fact, you should go with him Klaus. You need clothes as well, don't you? Me and Wynter already have blending attire. I'm sure the two of you can meet back up with us."
"Love if you want two men to carry things back, Jalen isn't a preferable taste in manly hood, he has the emotions of a woman on estrogen." He couldn't stop himself from speaking his mind, it slipped out of his mouth like water that couldn't be swallowed down. And while he was at it, he couldn't stop himself. Something in his eyes sparked a bit, alright he was slightly angered and the tone in his voice had turned into a sharp cold storm, it was bleak and almost testy.
He walked over to Arya, a smirk in his eyes and they slowly started to change color. The once blueish-green eyes started to get shimmers and pieces of gold caught into them, it was a full change, but it was there. Like someone blew gold dust into his eyes. "Perhaps love, if you want me to go with that of what you call a man,..." He shifted around to the side of her, almost behind her, whispering at her ear side. "You could make a deal with me in return I do this for you. But it has to be something of equal qualities. You could call it a deal with the devil if you like." His tone with her change from a cold storm to someone of that who wouldn't pass up something good. It even brought a smile to his face at the end of his words.
At this point, it was only between the two, it was as if there was no others there. It wasn't like him to pass up a good deal, not now not ever. Even if the deal was with the one he had to marry. A deal is a deal and he saw it till the end. But normally if he was to make deals of equal quality, it was to let someone know of how pissed off he was or how moody he was becoming. The anger he got, the bigger the quality was and less qual it would be.
One must not break a deal with him though. Because just like his father, the deals that were broke, always turned out to be of something that cost ones life. He'd take what he wanted from them by force or by death. He could be your friend, but he also could be something far more worse. Like with all gold, it may seem bright and beautiful, but it has a lot of dark sides that can show ones true self.