"Peas in a pod," Klaus agrees, laughing fondly and scrunches his nose as Obi-Wan's beard tickles the sensitive skin under his jaw. He picks up his own drink and takes a sip, nodding at the taste of it as Obi-Wan's fingers slide into the tight waistband of his pants. It's not overtly sexual, but more the action of someone who his confident in his affections. He does it because he knows that he can, and it makes Klaus smile.

"Hm, it depends," he says after glancing around and spotting the women staring blatantly in their direction. He smiles to himself, and then tips his ass up into Obi-Wan's hand as he turns to raise an eyebrow at him, sipping casually from his drink. "Are you planning on continuing this little show that you're putting on for our rapt audience?"

He's teasing, but honestly, Klaus wouldn't mind putting on a show. He'd mind it about as much as he minds having Obi-Wan's hand down his pants, which is to say not at all.