"Well, I do have another volume of poetry I've only gotten halfway through," Obi-Wan says thoughtfully, a small, teasing smile curving his lips. He sips his tea, then looks at Klaus. "It's called The Future. I think it's much more modern than the ones I've read thus far, it seems to be written by a man who may have been from a world similar to your own."

Klaus likely isn't hinting that that ought to do more reading and Obi-Wan doubts very much that's how the night will end, but he can't help but take the opportunity to tease him. He can so rarely pass those opportunities by with anyone, but especially those he's grown to care for.

Anakin knows that better than most, given how often his behaviour is met with a dry comment from Obi-Wan.

"It's right there," he says, then uses his cup of tea to point at the book on the coffee table. His other hand has shifted from Klaus's leg to his waist, just under his shirt. "If you'd like to get it."