Loras stood and gathered up the orange rinds. He brought them to the bin and dumped them in. Licking his drying lips, he looked over at Obi-Wan with intense blue eyes.
"It's better not to encourage it," he decided.
Encouraging those thoughts, even halfway entertaining them was probably unhealthy. It had to be. Just look at the fine mess they both were. "And we still need to change your bandages."