"I'm trying, but you're making it hella difficult." He feels Ben smiling against his shoulder, can't resist a slight smirk of his own, though he keeps his head turned forward in hopes it (and the faint blush on his cheeks) won't be noticeable. Just a few more blocks, he promises himself, inclines his head to blink down at his feet then promptly draws back up.

Ecstasy seems to have that kind of effect on a lot of people; Klaus, on the other hand, takes it a step further by not giving a shit where he decides to lose his clothes-- people should simply be happy he's not nude most days. He does prefer to avoid any public indecency charges though, so it's convenient he's been hanging around the academy more often.

He takes a moment to regather himself, inhales a few deep breaths and sighs them back out, eventually continuing to move forward. "You say that, but I don't believe it for some reason." Maybe that reason is because Ben's thrumming against what little skin he's showing at the moment, sending tiny electric shocks from there, all the way down his spine.

Somehow, he keeps them shuffling forward, picks up the pace when he feels he won't be too distracted.