Loras slid Obi's coffee toward him and had his own mug against his lips. Surprising to perhaps only himself, he felt a little guilty for having asked. It might have been accusatory when he hadn't intended it to be. He took a first swallow of coffee, then lowered the mug and cradled it in his hand.
"Yes," he answered solidly. "I shouldn't believe a word of it, but yes, I believe you." It was a fantastic story, to be true, what an American might call a 'whopper', but Loras believed it somehow. "The question is," he continued, feeling no need to stay on the subject of whether or not he believed Obi-Wan, "What do you intend to do about it?"