Loras held up a hand. The nails were still the same, at least he hadn't woken up with a French manicure or something disgusting like that. "Don't even say it," he warned, rolling his eyes.
There were two boxers, waiting eagerly for Obi-Wan to step in. Loras could see his friend peering into the house and he remembered that Obi-Wan had yet to be here. Loras opened the door wider. "Come on in," he said, more lilting than he'd intended to. The charm of a woman, one could say and wasn't that just lovely?