This was quickly turning into something that was potentially very dangerous, for the both of them. It was no longer sparring. There was a fire in Obi-Wan's eyes that Loras didn't trust. His own narrowed and traced Obi's movements as the man circled him as he was prey and Obi himself was a leopard. Or a lion.
"A knight," Loras answered, although he couldn't fathom why he was even allowing this charade to continue. Obi-Wan was holding his bo like a samurai sword, and now that Loras was unarmed, he began to calculate just how he could get out of this. He could roll his way out of it fast enough, but then it would just be a fight. Somehow, Loras knew Obi-Wan would fight to kill him.