"I suspect you may be biased," Obi-Wan points out, kissing Klaus once more before he finishes off the strawberry and sets the stem inside the lid of the box. He licks chocolate from his fingers, making sure they're completely clean before he uses the brush a few more times and then sets it aside.

"Right," he says, working his fingers gently through Klaus's hair before he separates a portion into three strands and begins to carefully braid. He collects more hair as he goes, braiding from one side of Klaus's head, around toward the back, loosening it gently as he does. His hair is too curly for a tight braid, Obi-Wan doesn't think it would look right, and he's more amused than anything that he has an idea of what would and wouldn't look right in a braid for Klaus.

More than anything, he's just enjoying this moment. The gentle buzz of the champagne, the warmth that comes from having spent this evening together, how it's all felt, how close he feels to Klaus now, not only physically, but emotionally and mentally.