Klaus huffed softly when Ben said it sounded complicated, their metaphors probably weren't making it any easier, despite the way it was just a little bit easier to say breakfast than it was to say what they were really talking about. Which was stupid, Klaus was a man who had spent his life in the realm of the taboo, he did whatever he liked regardless of what others thought, but this was something else. And Ben was right, this wouldn't be like having him try alcohol for the first time. It was different.
"Okay, French toast was maybe a bad comparison." He allowed, Ben was perhaps the only person he'd allow himself to take back things with, to admit that maybe he'd miss-stepped in certain situations.
"Is it just Bill?" He asked finally, that coil of jealousy clenching tightly in the pit of his stomach at the thought that maybe all of this was really just about that, which of course he'd allow, he wasn't entirely cruel, but there was a part of him that wanted to be involved, right there with Ben for anything and everything he did, but especially this.