He'd argue that Five's technically a teenager, no matter what protests their little big brother might have, except his train of thought is on the fact Ben's offered himself up for a bite. Klaus's eyebrows arch toward his hairline with consideration, head tipping absently to the side when his brother looks away.

"Maybe I will," before he leans in real close, looking like he might go for it, only to hesitate at the last moment, teeth clicking inches away from the skin of Ben's cheek.

Then he withdraws, chuckles low and warm in response to Ben's gesture. "There's a good boy," Klaus praises affectionately, ruffling the already tousled strands a bit more. "Really? Nice, I'll have to check out some cute styles and—" Wait, what? His eyes widen this time, realization dawning that they've stopped, that Ben's just said: "You just trying to go two for two tonight?" He laughs another time, but it sounds off-- high-pitched and nervous while he moves his hand to cup his own cheek now. "Ben, no, you... you don't really want your second kiss to be with me of all people."