"Now, if only he could reach that high," Klaus snorts, rolling his eyes at the thought of Five attempting to reach up and actually strangle him – Yeah, good luck, half-pint – then his attention is entirely focused on Ben. "You know I'd let you? I'm kind of a masochist, but... I do like biting back when being bitten." He's just saying.

"Sometimes, but right now? I'd rather we not end up getting a noise complaint." Which is funny, keeping in mind his own usual tendencies to ignore such things, though this is Ben. Getting himself thrown into the drunk tank is one thing, letting his brother end up there when he could have done something to avoid it is another. In all fairness, Klaus had quoted Mean Girls literally a few seconds ago, so he's got no room to judge. "Sure do, and yeah, kinda? If you'd let me." The truth serum effects of alcohol will be the end of him (both of them, to be honest) one day.

They're about a quarter of the way home; should they decide to stop and let Klaus continue playing with Ben's hair, it'll be a hitch in their plans, but he does as he's told anyway. He pushes the other male's dark hair back while they walk, using the bit of pomade Ben had mentioned to his advantage to keep the strands smoothed. "There," he decides, grinning wide at the messy, swept-back look he's given his brother. "It'd be better if I wasn't drunk... and if we had more product."