They did tend to disagree on a lot. This last month had been very easy, considering their usual track record, and Ben figured most of that had to do with the newness and novelty of it all -- eventually they'd get back to... whatever had come before now. Maybe. Things were different now that Ben disagreeing could be more than just a voice Klaus could ignore.
"I have," Ben agreed, because it had been impossible not to be around for most of Klaus' exploits. He'd tried, really hard at first to not pay attention. Later though, he'd gotten a bit numb to it and just zoned out for most of it. The thing was, there wasn't much feeling about being dead, not like that. He couldn't be interested. It just wasn't a thing. He wasn't Patrick Swayze. "And no, you're right. I wasn't interested." When Klaus' hand found him, Ben reached down to tangle their fingers together because that seemed like the sort of thing to do. Or like the sort of thing he liked doing. It anchored them.
"I might be now," he went on, because it wasn't like it wasn't obvious and there was no reason to lie. He'd said he wasn't interested his first day here. Had made himself adamantly clear of the fact. But maybe that just wasn't the case, now. "But I don't think I have any kind of brand at all. It's not like I'm overly established in -- breakfast."