A rush of heat goes through Obi-Wan at the words and he laughs, warm and affectionate, his lips still pressed to Klaus's shoulder. When he lifts his head again, he's smiling brightly and he says, "So should I get better at dancing or worse at sex to even that out?"

In a little flash of arrogance, he has to admit he's not sure they would be capable of having anything even close to bad sex. Whenever they're together, they move with such ease, able to connect in a way Obi-Wan has connected with so few people in his life. Outside of Klaus, he thinks everyone who has been able to connect with him so intimately has been Force sensitive, able to read his intentions before he makes a move, which makes this especially important, he thinks.

"Do you want another drink?" he asks, pressing his mouth close to Klaus's ear to be heard. He hasn't thought about the women who had been watching them earlier in several minutes now, but as they turn, he catches sight of one of them dancing with a different man not far from where they stand now. She's still looking at them and Obi-Wan is surprised to feel a deep sort of bitterness in the Force. It's more than simple jealousy and he understands it a moment later.

He and Klaus are happy.