As Obi looked for him, Loras wrapped his own gloves, used to it by now. He tore it with his teeth and glanced over at his opponent. He would have laughed, but he knew better than to underestimate anyone. Hopefully no one here would recognize him, he didn't think they would. Men like this didn't watch sell outs like Loras Tyrell.
"So I'll meet you back here after?" he asked, wiping his top lip with his forearm. It was disgusting in here.