Klaus grabs a towel of his own and gives himself a quick pat down before curling the towel around his hair, smiling happily over at Obi-Wan as he squeezes the water out of it. He feels so warm and calm, peaceful even. If he were a cat, he'd be purring.

"I would love some water," he replies as he straightens back up and tosses the towel over the sink. He leaves the restroom with his arms stretched up over his head, hips swaying as he walks towards the bed. His thighs burn pleasantly, cunt hot and aching, and he feels so loved, so cared for, utterly spoiled. He could live here in this moment.

"Thank you, darling," he calls out as he falls back onto the bed, stretching out in a beam of warm sunlight. "My love."