“Mediocre,” Klaus repeats with a smirk, reaching back to curl his narrow arm back around Obi-Wan’s neck when he ducks his head. He watches their reflections as Obi-Wan’s lips touch his skin, and he can see himself in the way he moves, even if the body is different.

Yeah, it’ll work.

“I’m cold,” Klaus says with a pout in his voice, lower lip jutting out slightly as he turns around and presses up onto his toes to wrap his arms around Obi-Wan’s neck. “Will you take me back to bed and warm me up? Even if I’m hideously average?”