"Certainly how I would prefer things," Obi-Wan agrees with a laugh. While he likes all of Klaus's siblings, has enjoyed his conversations with them, he doesn't think any of them would at all like to find him running naked down their hall, hoping to make it to the bathroom without being seen.

He would put on his robe, of course.

But he doesn't need to and he takes one of the wipes from the package, carefully cleaning Klaus's abdomen and ducking his head to press a kiss to the centre of his chest at the same time. Such a wonderful, beautiful man. Free in ways Obi-Wan has never been and likely never will be, but still willing to share those parts of himself with a man with a tendency toward reservation. He isn't without a sense of humour and has always known how to have fun, but he and Klaus are deeply, vastly different in so many ways.

And then terribly, wonderfully the same in so many others.

When Klaus is properly clean, Obi-Wan uses the wipe on his hand, then tosses it in the rubbish bin as well, then sinks down onto the mattress with a soft, contented groan. "You were very quiet," he says to Klaus with a grin, pillowing his head on his arm. "Well done."