"Are you going to close your coat?" Obi-Wan asks as he stands and follows Klaus, half-scandalized and half-aroused by the thought that he may not. Nothing is fully exposed, but he hasn't zipped it up and so anyone, were they to take a second look, would notice the bare expanse of chest and midriff down the centre.

As he walks, he adjusts himself, then swings his robe over his hips, taking care to make sure he, at least, is covered. But the thrill that someone might notice Klaus's state simply won't leave him.

"Where are we possibly going to go here at the theatre?" he asks, the question mostly rhetorical. He'll go wherever Klaus wants him to.