Obi-Wan can't help but smile at the way Klaus appraises himself. He can't remember if he had done the same, spent the time peering in the mirror, and he's fairly certain he hadn't done so right at the start. Eventually perhaps, maybe when Harley had been helping him find something to wear, he might have looked at himself in the mirror, stared at the nose, the curve of his lips, trying to see the face he was most used to.

But Klaus inspects himself thoroughly and Obi-Wan has to bite his lower lip against his amusement.

"Ah yes," he says as Klaus steps back into him. He ducks his head -- having to duck lower than he usually does -- and presses a kiss to Klaus's soft shoulder. He's wearing a smile, his lips curved against Klaus's skin, his tone teasing. "It'll do. Mediocre, really, at best."