"You do not give yourself nearly enough credit," Klaus drawls out, rolling his eyes in fond exasperation as he sips from his drink. Sure, Obi-Wan doesn't make a spectacle out of himself like Klaus, doesn't line his eyes with black or put gloss on his lips to make people look at him like Klaus does, but he is absurdly beautiful, and carries with him a quiet confidence that makes him incredibly desirable.

Even on that first night, Klaus could tell that Obi-Wan knew who he was and what he wanted, and Klaus very much wanted Obi-Wan to want him. Partially because the man hadn't seemed to want for anything at all.

"Well, luckily for them, we're a package deal," Klaus winks and reaches back to grip Obi-Wan's wrist, holding it out so he can twist back and rest his back against Obi-Wan's chest. He pulls Obi-Wan's arm across his waist to set his hand down on Klaus's sharp hip, humming happily to himself as he tips his head to the side and takes another sip from his cocktail.

The women are still watching them, quite obvious in their attention, and Klaus starts to move his hips to the music a little, reaching back to grip Obi-Wan's thigh as he tips his martini glass back to finish off his drink.