All this talk of Million Dollar Man or Six Million Dollar Man, and Bionic Woman went right over Loras' head, although Obi-Wan's little impression earned a lift of his lips. Such a charmer, that Obi. At least, for those few seconds, Loras thought so.
Being lost in translation as it were, it took Loras a few moments to understand what it was Obi-Wan was implying. He'd even opened his mouth laugh and say 'yeah' the way people who don't understand something someone else is saying do. When it dawned on him, he suppressed a frown.
Admitting his attraction to men was a rarity. Those cases involved men hitting on him, usually at the gym, and he wasn't about to admit to Obi-Wan, a man he was certain had never been attracted to men. Teasingly, Loras leaned toward Obi, almost close enough to smell the coffee on his breath. His chin was still propped on his hand, his blue eyes focused on Obi-Wan, as innocent as you please. "Why?" he asked. "Wishful thinking?"