There is a warmth blossoming in Klaus's chest at just how easily Obi-Wan accepted not one, but two invitations from him tonight. One is for a holiday that Obi-Wan surely knows nothing about, including when it takes place, so he's just happily accepted an open-ended invitation. There's a familiar flutter of worry and nerves, but Klaus is feeling too good to let it ruin anything right now.

And then Obi-Wan kisses him, quick and soft, just because he wants to, and that warmth only grows. It's sort of bewildering being with Obi-Wan like this. He never stops being surprised by Obi-Wan, especially by how much Obi seems to want him around in the first place.

"Well, you're my master now," Klaus says teasingly, hoping that Obi-Wan knows that Klaus means no disrespect to what he knows is something deeply important to Obi-Wan. "At least in the bedroom, and I would love some mood lighting. Maybe we can find you some art to put up."

He finishes off his drink and sets it on a serving cart that they pass so that he can curl his arm around Obi's waist and hold onto his elbow as they walk. "I used to collect key cards from hotels I stayed in. But then there got to be too many, and I'm not sure what ended up happening to them."