Loras' breath had caught in his throat, his chest expanding with the weight of more than air, and he let it slip haltingly through his teeth.
Were this Renly, all attempts at asshattery would have died the moment digit touched lip. For Obi, Loras could not allow that, no matter how large the strange lump in his chest was. Through his grin, he began, taunting in sing-song: "You think I'm beautiful. You want to touch me, and kiss me..."
He ignored the soft pain of the crack on his lip stretching with his grin.