On the way in, Loras picked up his strip of tape and began to wrap his own knuckles and palms. "Obi," he said evenly as he stood next to one of the larger punching bags in the room. "I can't help you if you don't tell me what you want."
The guy had a fire in him, though, despite being a bit frustrating. Loras had a feeling he'd have to push Obi. Not because he thought Obi was insecure, but because of that certain fire. Loras wanted to see it, and he hoped, somewhere deep in his superego, that Obi wouldn't actually turn out to be better than him.