[ Ben nods to her question about washing his face, giving her a silent look that seems to imply he's offended she would imagine otherwise. He hasn't been to spas before but he is CLEAN, gosh!

Then he takes the facemask from her and starts applying it, confirming her suspicion when he says: ]

I've seen Klaus do a ton of these, now I get to find out if it's really all it's cracked up to be.

[ He had already explained to Allison, after all, about not being gone all those years. About how he had stayed by their brother's side, watching, never able to really interact with the world, but not at rest, either. Ben gives Allison a little smile, rubbing the stuff across his cheekbones and down the bridge of his nose and across his forehead, seeing her apply one as well.

He waits, politely, until she's done and her hands are clean and unoccupied enough to type again before he asks: ]

And what type would you say you were?

[ He's curious how Allison thinks of herself, these days. He'd picked up some things, of course - that she's turned over a new leaf, wants to be different from how she used to be. That motherhood is extremely important to her. But there's more, and Ben wants to know it all. He wants to know his sister. ]

So... what was the best part about it? 'The biz' I mean.