"We already did," Klaus says smugly, tipping his cheek out for Obi-Wan's kiss before following him out into the hall. He feels a little like he's walking on air, pleasantly tipsy from the drinks and buzzing with endorphins, but he's also just happy. It's something that he's getting used to.

"I could go for some tacos!" He calls out over the music, following behind Obi-Wan as they head back into the club proper. There's a trio of girls eyeing them and one of them winks, so Klaus discreetly lifts up his hand for a high five, which the girl happily gives him.

Smirking, he darts forward and slings an arm around Obi-Wan's waist, squeezing him in against Klaus's side and leaning in to playfully press a bunch of messy kisses to the side of Obi-Wan's face. "Do you want to leave and go find some? Or get another drink first?"