Good that Obi continued, because Loras wasn't buying the act, and his patience was waning. Hands still on his hips, he waited, catching his breath easily. A thin sheen of sweat had started and wetted a few spots on his t-shirt, but he wasn't paying very much attention to that. What he was paying attention to was the hard look in the man's eyes. Obi's eyes, the ones that were laughing not half an hour ago.
He'd seen people mention these Strange Things on the net, but he hadn't paid much attention to it either. Maybe he should have been, but he didn't really care, truth be told. "What talents?" he asked, more biting than he'd intended. He didn't apologize. Feeling a trickle of sweat fall down his chin and neck, Loras lifted the hem of his shirt and wiped at his skin.