"And now you're going to behave like this?" Obi-Wan asks, mock-incredulous. His hand comes down on Klaus's ass again before he presses his fingers into the meat of his muscles, pulling his cheeks apart and kneading them with more pressure than he usually would. It's likely not quite enough to bruise, but it isn't far off either.

"A flatterer?" he asks. "What's the more common term for it? A suckup?"

He almost starts laughing then, the word sounding so utterly strange coming from him, but he manages to keep it to a soft snort of amusement, lips pressed together.

"Sorry," he says. "Some words just ought not to be said by me, I think."