[When Ben agrees to feed the ferret, Klaus grins, because he knows how hard this is for Ben, because he knows that Ben allowing himself to just give up on interacting with little creatures like her means letting dear old dad win. As Ben holds his hand out for the little ferret, Klaus extends his so she can sniff at the bit of meat in Ben's palm, tickles him with her whiskers, and then takes the shred of jerky and stuffs it in her mouth, gratefully chewing away.

He actually chuckles softly when Ben scritches behind her ears and at the back of her neck, and she arches her little back, soaking up the attention with little purrs of enjoyment before twisting and skittering back up his arm so she can go back to nibbling at his ear again.]

Seriously. Like, what is it about my earlobe that's got her all crazylike.

[Klaus is still grinning, and when Ben comments that she's not afraid of him, he snorts.]

What's she got to be afraid of, huh?

[Klaus knows. He knows what Ben is thinking of, he remembers the times they'd talked about what Reggie had put him through with his fucked up 'training,' knows why Ben would automatically assume that the little ferret would be afraid of him. But Klaus knows who Ben is, he knows his brother, and knows that the little creature has nothing to fear from him.]

She knows. She knows you'd never hurt her, don't you little girl, don't you...

[His voice trails off as he bumps his nose with the little ferret's, and then glances over at Ben with a crooked grin.]

What do you think I should name her? I mean, first thing that pops into my mind is Prissy...