“Do you?” Obi-Wan asks, an eyebrow arching as he leans back against the wall, his hands upon Klaus’s waist. “I suppose I might be able to find the motivation for more of our… activities.”

His tone is teasing, along with his smile, because he has absolutely no doubt he’ll be able to ‘go another round’, as Klaus has put it. Klaus does that to him, makes him feel things he hasn’t felt in a very long time.

“What might that request be?” he asks, voice low as he leans to speak against Klaus’s ear. “Or is it too naughty to tell me outside of our place?”