A begrudged handshake was a start, at least. Loras shook Obi's hand, firm and honest. "Not so hard, is it, Obi?" A rhetorical question. Vaguely, he wondered what a beard like that might feel like against his skin, but it was only a fleeting thought.
"Scottish?" he asked as he released Obi's hand and gestured for the man to follow him into the house. He led the way to the room just past the small foyer and placed an arm out to stop him from going into the practice room just yet. "You'll want to remove your shoes."