Bill/Klaus/Ben
The club was a bit loud and it was large enough where Ben was having a hard time deciding just where he ought to be focusing his attention -- although he rather figured that was something that would sort itself out once they'd been there long enough to get the swing of things. For now, Bill squeezing his hand brought him back to the present.
Bill had a point, even if it was a joke. Mostly. There wasn't anyone who moved quite like Klaus though, even if these people definitely had moves of their own -- and all of them were attractive, that much was true. "Klaus probably does it better," he agreed with a smile that wasn't quite as shy as it might once have been -- he was always quiet but there was no point in shy when Klaus was right there, and absolutely knew Ben had a preference. "But there's a lot to be said for air conditioning." And Bill's green shirt, that looked good with his red hair.