Obi-Wan repeats them all back to him and Klaus grins widely, feeling the warmth in his chest spread until he doesn't even know how he could possibly contain the affection within him. There is still that tiny voice in his head telling him that he doesn't deserve this, that he'll screw it up somehow, but he's happy enough that for now, it's easily drowned out.

"Ma sareen," Klaus repeats, eyes crinkling at the corners as he curls his hand around Obi-Wan's bicep, sliding it up and down slowly. It's such a beautiful moment, the two of them resting together on Klaus's queen sized bed in the house he shares with his family. Most of the people that Klaus has ever loved are under this roof, and they love him in return. Sometimes it's almost enough to make him want to weep.

"Are we done eating?" Klaus asks with a slightly mischievous smile. "Because I think that I'd really like you inside of me before we go to sleep." He lifts his hand to rest his index finger against Obi-Wan's mouth, chuckling happily. "But unlike earlier, we'll need to be quiet."