"He was." He admits, too easily maybe, but he's still sore about the underhanded comment about Grace that other-Klaus had given him weeks ago now. He tilts his head to look up at Number Four, frowning a little. "How bad is it?" There's a pulsating sense of discomfort thrumming from somewhere and he knows it must be Klaus.

"No, it's- like a buzz... or... hum? I don't know." he frowns and reaches up to wiggle a finger against his ear, like that might help dilute the noise. "It's annoying."