Hell, sometimes Ben wasn't sure he'd ever get used to people talking to him like this, but he had to admit it was pretty great. It felt good to be seen and heard. Even Klaus who had always had both of those things going for him was paying him more mind now. Which was -- yeah. He liked that.
Case in point, the hand on his thigh just now. Which had Ben reaching under the table too, to cover Klaus' hand with his own. It was fair, probably, that Bill didn't understand the dynamic of what was going on here, because it wasn't anything that was clearly written or explained to them yet, either. Not really.
Ben smiled at the both of them, a mild little thing that said more than any words he had to offer, really. And just because he was a little awkward and shy and more than a little pink didn't mean he wasn't going to offer up lingering look of his own. It seemed only fair. Sandwiches weren't even remotely this interesting. "He's had a few, here and there," he answered for Klaus, rather emboldened over the hand on his thigh, and Bill's ankle pressed against his own.