[He ought to acknowledge the confession, or at least express surprise to learn that Klaus is a father. He had been under the impression that those like him are sterile somehow. But perhaps that's a story for another time.

He breaks his gaze and pushes his chair away from his desk enough to allow room for him to pull a trinket from the topmost drawer. He slides it across the desk, assuming Klaus will catch it once it reaches him properly. It's obvious identification of sorts, with a brass eagle embedded into the lowermost half.]

Agent Leopold Fitz of the United States Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. [He pauses, bitterly.] Thought it fair, given that we're sharing secrets today.