Loras' brows went up as he paused with his hand on the handle of a coffee mug, trying to gauge whether or not Obi was being serious. When he decided the man was just being facetious, he took the mugs down from the cabinet and listened on.
Warrior.
It suited him, that word. Even coming from his lips, it sounded completely natural, as if that was the stature he was meant to have. Intense just about covered it, even though it was almost weak compared to how Obi looked and sounded as he spoke. Loras was torn between standing where he was and stepping back into Obi's little circle to put a hand on his shoulder. He chose to stay.
"I've never met anyone who can repeat something like that just from a dream," he said as he lifted the full coffee pot and poured each of them a cup. "Are you sure that's all it was?"