"Love," Klaus laughs as he is pulled along, and stops her, makes her turn to him. "You're not exactly presentable yet." Never mind that he has smudges of paint; it's not as if he realises it, or as if he could do anything about it, since the paint is mostly dry. But he can finish cleaning her mouth up, and her chin. "There," he says, at last, fondly, warmly. "Now, lead the way."