Hearing the slap on the wall, Loras was certain Obi was on his way out, but there was no sign of him when Loras looked out the window. When Obi spoke, Loras turned from the wall. Standing there, Obi would have intimidated almost anyone, with the way he carried himself, his beard, his eyes...
Loras wasn't intimidated, though. He crossed to where Obi stood and stared at him for a moment. Then, on a whim, he touched his hand down the side of the man's scruffy face, careful not to make it a caress, and then played off the fact that he just wanted to feel Obi's beard by giving his sunken shoulder a good natured squeeze.
"Only when the company's good," he said, removing his hand from Obi's shoulder. "And I think it is."