"Thank you," Loras said, courteous. It was habitual, but not robotic. There was no real time for any formalities, though.
"Come on," Loras urged, releasing Obi's arm. He led the way to the exit and went first, holding the door open for the both of them. "Follow us on your motorbike," he told Kitty. He had his car with him and knew he shouldn't drive, but he also knew he didn't care.