"About the lightsaber or the blowjobs?" Klaus asks with a bit of a smirk on his face. "Because you've never been very withholding with the latter."

Obi-Wan beckons him over and Klaus bites his lip before padding through the grass and stepping in front of him, hesitating for only a moment before gracefully sinking down and settling into a cross-legged position. He's close enough to Obi-Wan that their knees are almost touching, and that proximity makes him feel a little better, a little safer. If he gets too lost in his own head, Obi-Wan will be there to pull him out of it.

"Okay, I'm comfortable," Klaus tells him after he's tucked a few loose strands of hair behind his ears and tugged at a few curls to loosen his bun a bit. "Physically, at least. What's next?"