The way Klaus speaks, low and smooth, and his voice of words remind Obi-Wan of Ventress in a way that's more pleasurable than he would like to admit. Their bantering had always possessed an undercurrent of flirtation bordering on desire and though there had never been a time in which they would feasibly explore that any further, Obi-Wan is well aware how things might have gone had they met under other circumstances.

So to hear words like that, so similar, coming from a man he's come to love so much, they send a jolt of pleasure through him, straight to his cock and he inhales sharply, then shivers when Klaus's finger drags along his collarbone.

"Do you think so?" he asks as he lets himself be drawn in. "Then perhaps it's you who ought to have me pinned against the edge of this pool. At the moment, I do seem to have the upper hand, don't I?"