"I know I always gain this much muscle in..." a fortnight he almost said, but quickly said, "about two weeks." Had it been that long? Loras was sure it hadn't. The point was, Loras had never been able to put on very much in bulk. Even in his dreams, he was a it of a puny knight, laughed at until he put his opponent to the ground.
When Obi closed the door, Loras' brows furrowed curiously. "Afraid the squirrels will hear you?" he asked, smirking at Obi-Wan. He gestured for the man to follow him into the practice room, stopping him, nearly putting his hand against Obi-Wan's chest. It was the dream, he knew it, he'd craved being touched ever since; but that had only been a dream and this was Obi-Wan, not Renly Baratheon.
"Shoes off," he reminded Obi. "What are you wanting to see if you can kick my ass in today?"