"I'm not sure that you'd be capable of being worse at sex," Klaus says with a laugh, unknowingly echoing Obi-Wan's thoughts. "Especially not with me as your partner."

They move together so well, almost as if they could read each other's minds. Obi-Wan could read his mind, theoretically, but Klaus doesn't think that he would. Klaus trusts him, wholly and implicitly, and believes that the only time he's reached into Klaus like that have been the times where Klaus has given him permission to do so.

"Yes, another drink would be good," he replies, nodding a bit as moves his hands to grip Obi-Wan by the hips. He always wants another drink, but right now it's more about taking a break from dancing so that they don't drag each other into the restroom. That will probably happen at some point, but he doesn't want it to just yet, not when they just got here.

By the time he takes Obi-Wan's hand to lead him to the bar, he's forgotten all about the women watching them. He doesn't even look out to survey the crowd because when he's with Obi-Wan, no else has any hope of catching his attention, not in any significant way. He is exactly where he wants to be.