Klaus lifts his head to smile into the kiss, reaching up to cup Obi-Wan's cheek and deepen it a little, tasting salsa and lime on his tongue. It's slow and lazy and Klaus hums his approval as he pulls back, lips curled into a pleased grin as he lays his head back on Obi-Wan's thigh.

"Te amo means I love you in Spanish," Klaus says, because he isn't sure that he could recite the poem in English quite yet. He had thought of Obi-Wan instantly when he read it, and that scared him at the time. It still scares him now, but not in quite the same way. "In French, it's je t'aime. Both very beautiful languages, but I do have a certain fondness for Dutch."

He feels almost giddy, like he can't stop saying it now that he's allowed himself to do so, and he strokes his fingertips through Obi-Wan's beard as he bites his lip in amusement. "Ik hou van jou."