But Loras' expression did not change. He sat with Obi, not even bothering to keep his distance. Hands wrapped around his own mug, he leaned toward the man, not quite in his personal space, but close. Vaguely, he wondered what it would be like to have a cigarette, and it wasn't the first time he'd thought it.
"People like you?" he asked, his eyes on Obi even if Obi wouldn't look at him. "What are you? A raptor?"
Loras had no time for self loathing, and it occurred to him that perhaps this was why Obi was here. This was what he'd wanted, some sort of affirmation of his abilities and support. Taking in a deep breath, he said, "You can do anything, Obi. I don't think you even know what all you can do yet."