Loras' eyes remained closed. There was only a little flinching as Obi-Wan worked on him. Mostly, Loras was just enjoying the closeness and the feel of Obi-Wans warm breath when it came close enough. He fought against his body's reactions, but he didn't need to fight for very long.
As he was unceremoniously hauled off the chair, his eyes flew open and he nearly pushed Obi away from him when he caught sight of his COFFEE POT FLYING THROUGH THE AIR. All he could do when it shattered, leaving behind a splash of staining coffee on the wall, was gape. His hand was on Obi's chest, fingertips digging in.
"What?" he demanded, panting, still gaping. "WHAT not again? Obi..." What the FUCK?