"You did enjoy watching that, didn't you?" Obi-Wan asks, feeling pleased and a little flushed with the memory of that evening. The woman had been lovely, there's absolutely no denying that, she had been beautiful and he had enjoyed talking to her as well as the music she had played, but his eyes had been on Klaus the entire evening.

No matter where they go, he thinks, no matter who else is present, he only has eyes for Klaus. It's a thrilling realization and he smiles to himself, his eyes on the bartender as they wait.

"I would like that, though," he adds, his hand against the small of Klaus's back, fingertips rubbing slow circles through his shirt. "There are very few places I've found in this city I don't enjoy, to be quite frank. I've rarely had such an opportunity to simply be in the past and I like to spend most of my time being productive in whatever way I can be. Even if it means simply exploring whatever I can."