Klaus's brows lift at the compliment, and he laughs as he shifts into another pose, this time gathering his hair up to lace his fingers behind his head. He thinks of the stories that Obi-Wan has told him, and he can easily imagine him younger and tucked away in some seedy dive with his Jedi friends, watching some curvy seductress on a dirty hologram, and it makes him smile.

"You should take a picture," Klaus tells him, gesturing towards Obi-Wan's phone as he lets his hair tumble back down over his shoulders. He's let it grow since he got here, since he likes it longer, and he thinks that Obi-Wan likes it, too. He wouldn't change his hair just because Obi-Wan liked it a certain way, but he won't deny that it's a definite bonus.

"Commemorate the event," he adds, shimmying his shoulders a little as he rests his hands on Obi-Wan's stomach, dragging his shirt up until Klaus can get his hands on bare skin. "Maybe even some dirty ones for you to look at later, like your holograms."