Klaus happily lets himself be dragged off by the hand, amenable to whatever Obi-Wan wants to do. With a stiff drink in hand and the world's best company at his side, Klaus wants for nothing.

Their destination becomes clear when a skeevy looking guy trips over his own feet and spills his drink, preventing him from getting to the loveseat that Obi-Wan is heading for. Klaus doesn't think much of it until Obi-Wan looks over at him, blue eyes sparkling and a little too wide. He lets out a delighted laugh as they sink down into the loveseat together, and Klaus feels a burst of affection so strong that it's a wonder his ribcage can even contain it.

"It is. Very lucky we were able to snag it," Klaus says with an innocent smile of his own, though his eyes are sparkling with mischief as he hooks his knee over Obi-Wan's, bouncing his toe in time with the beat of the music as he sips from his drink.