The endearment makes him smile, a warm, slow spread across his features, his eyes crinkling at the corners before he finishes off his drink and then reaches out to take Klaus's hand to pull himself to his feet. The music has taken on a slightly slower beat for the moment and Obi-Wan slides his arm around Klaus's waist as they return to the mass of bodies on the dance floor.

People make room for them. Obi-Wan doesn't use the Force to make it happen, he doesn't know why it does, only that the crowd parts a little and then closes in around them once more, enclosing them in their own little space in the midst of all the rest of the dancers.

"I don't like this music," he admits, laughing close to Klaus's ear. "I understand it's good for dancing, but other than that..." He trails off, shrugging. He would rather listen to almost anything else he's come to learn having been in Darrow. Most of that is music Klaus has introduced him to.