Klaus (thankfully) raises his hand and claps it over his mouth, effectively smothering the obnoxious snort that attempts to escape when Ben starts going on about getting his sweaty ass into the ocean. He keeps his fingers cupped firmly against his face until he's got his laughter under control then exhales slowly, lowering the hand after a few moments. "Some people do that, though. Just go to the beach to tan or whatever."

Regardless of what he'd meant, the taller of them doesn't seem too put off either way. Getting into the ocean sounds nice, sitting in the warm sand sounds nice and what they're doing right now? Yeah, it's certainly pleasing.

The bed dips and Klaus's eyelashes flicker when Ben sits down, position shifting slightly, one arm draped across his hip while the other tucks underneath his head, cheek on his bicep, wrist hanging over the side of his head. "Ben," he gestures to the spot beside him, studying his brother through half-lidded eyes. "Lie down with me?"