"There is always room for improvement," Klaus teases, smiling as he reaches out for the glass. He flips his long hair over one shoulder and takes a few long gulps, throat working as he swallows. "Maybe I just wanted you to tell me I look pretty and to take it off of me."

He takes another sip of water and then sets the glass down on the dresser before moving towards Obi-Wan in a sultry, simpering sort of way, adjusting quickly to doing so with this new body. He was already good at moving as if he had hips to work with, and now he does.

"Maybe I wanted you to wrap me up in your big, strong arms," he says softly, looking up at Obi-Wan from under his eyelashes as he reaches out to touch the tip of his finger just below Obi-Wan's navel. "I have no intention of abandoning you, darling."