As they settle together in the crowd, Klaus curls his arms around Obi-Wan's shoulders, moving his hips in time with the music. The admission makes him toss his head back with a laugh, and he cradles the back of Obi-Wan's skull as he turns to press a kiss to his cheek.

"It's not good for much else but dancing. Or drowning out thoughts," he replies, dragging his fingers through Obi-Wan's hair and gripping the back of his neck. "But you move so well to it."

He grins against Obi-Wan's ear, nipping at the lobe. "Makes me want to try and find a quieter corner of this place to drag you off to."