"No," Loras insisted. Their eyes met, Loras' unafraid, almost daring. Obi's eyes, those pretty eyes, were like daggers, and Loras returned it, unflinching. He ignored the money that was thrust out at him, but he did take the bo, just in case Obi got any ideas about cracking his skull.
"Did you think I wasn't serious?" he asked, his accent so thick that he nearly started speaking his native tongue. "I was being genuine, Obi." He wanted to know what was going on. He believed Obi for some reason, and from what he'd read on the net, strange this as it were, happened all the time.
"You came to me for a reason," he said. "So don't leave me angry when maybe I can help, Obi."