"Oh, I'm glad you like it," Obi-Wan answers with a laugh, pressing his cheek into Klaus's palm. Though they've just had sex and Obi-Wan knows the day in particular is meant to celebrate romance, he's learned by now that Klaus doesn't mind when he speaks of Satine. Being able to speak of her so freely is actually a wonderful thing, something he'd had no idea he needed the way he does.
Like so much of what he's experienced with Klaus, it's wonderfully freeing.
"Satine hated it," he admits, grinning. "She said she didn't like that it covered my handsome face. And those were her exact words, I would never presume to call myself handsome."
He's aware of how he looks, that people do appreciate it, but it had never been something he had considered for long. It had never really mattered terribly much and it still doesn't. Klaus's opinion is the only one he truly cares about at all.
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Like so much of what he's experienced with Klaus, it's wonderfully freeing.
"Satine hated it," he admits, grinning. "She said she didn't like that it covered my handsome face. And those were her exact words, I would never presume to call myself handsome."
He's aware of how he looks, that people do appreciate it, but it had never been something he had considered for long. It had never really mattered terribly much and it still doesn't. Klaus's opinion is the only one he truly cares about at all.