Ben was pretty used to that reaction when he told people where he worked. Maybe not the smack on the back part, but the rest of it was pretty usual. "I mean, I'm just an intern," he said with a shrug, "But I can say I never know what I'll be doing one day from the next. I think they're trying to keep me from figuring out what's up." Or maybe they had a lot of weird menial tasks for him to do. It was hard to say.
Never in his life had Ben gotten the urge to give anyone a swirlie. In fact, he probably never would due to the fact that a) he was way too old for that nonsense at this point (high school graduation had to be the expiration date for that, right?) b) he'd been on the receiving end of a few in middle school and c) it was not his style. He'd always been more of a lover than a fighter. Unless, of course, you were talking entirely fictional dragons, in which case yeah. He'd definitely be kicking some scaly ass. "Heh, yeah. Every Wednesday night in high school was D&D night. Most of my group went away for school though so. That kind of died."
"Break the law?" Ben asked, raising an eyebrow. Although, he wasn't exactly surprised by that revelation. Nor was he a narc. Or particularly judgemental. Just curious.
Dogs? His brow furrowed. "Uh. Zero?" He hadn't even been near any dogs all day--except himself, of course--so that was a weird question. "Why?"