"No you don't," Loras pressed a hand to Obi's chest to lay him down again. That was going to hurt, but at least he could put ice on it for now. Loras had seen worse on the mat.
If anyone was surprising, it was Obi-Wan. He'd gone from a lion stalking his prey to practically a pussy cat. Loras had blood on his fingers by the time he was finished. If he'd noticed Obi looking at him, he didn't say anything.
"No, you didn't," Loras assured. "But I think you're underestimating yourself." He slid off the edge of the sofa to sit on the floor with his back against it, knees pulled up. He pulled his hair out of the sweaty pony tail. "You know, I thought you might actually want to kill me in there." It had been pretty intense.