Loras collected himself as much as he could and sat straight in the chair, cleaning his throat. He rubbed the corners of his mouth for a moment and considered Obi as if the question hadn't been asked until now. He shook his head. "Never," he affirmed with an emphatic (if not dizzying) nod of his head. He picked up his plate and brought it to the kitchen, ran water over it, then put it in the dishwasher. He stretched. "I need to get to bed," he exhaled. He needed to go get himself off was what he needed to do. Then he could sleep.