While Loras could have kept up the facade, Obi was leading him out of it. Loras didn't like to follow, but he did, in this instance. He sat on the edge of the bed like a teenager coming out to his brother and sucked idly at the pad of his thumb as he stared at the hard wood of the floor.
"No," he answered, finally looking up at Obi-Wan. It had been easier to say it without actually looking at his best friend. Despite what may have been the contrary, Loras admired Obi-Wan. In his eyes, Obi was one of the strongest people he knew.
"I don't know," he sighed. "I've never done this before."