And that's fine, it's absolutely, one-hundred-percent alright with Klaus if they skip over talking about how resilient people can be. Some are, some aren't, then others are downright indestructible in a way he could never describe. Those are the ones that need to be watched closely in case they decide to put their toughness into action for less than good things.

Werewolves are supernatural beings a lot like himself and his siblings; it's different, yes, but they're all considered anomalous in a sense. He doesn't personally know what being a werewolf entails, just knows that it sounds badass and that he wouldn't mind being one rather than get stuck with mediumship. God, anything would've been better than that. Not that he'd say it aloud, considering some peoples' abilities, keeping in mind there are probably worser things.

He nods with understanding, lifts both hands, presses his fingers against his cheeks in half-surprise when Derek admits the moon still has a hand in his situation. (Does that word work? Klaus doesn't know, but it isn't being said aloud, so it should be alright.) “I mean, it makes sense? The moon has always been a thing when it came to werewolf lore,” a beat then, “Actually, considering there's one standing in front of me, I don't think that works! But you know what I'm getting at, yeah?”