"No, I know," Loras said, standing up straight again, watching Obi as he came into the kitchen clean his dishes. He didn't understand why he needed Obi-Wan to be his friend, but he did, and he hated that he did.
"Come on," he said, stopping himself from grabbing Obi-Wan's wrist. He gripped the counter top instead. "You're not terrible for wanting to fuck Kitty, she's a good looking girl." Even someone who wanted men could see the aesthetics of a woman like Kitty.