Obi-Wan's nervousness was palpable and certainly would not do. Loras slapped the man against the thigh.
"Don't be stupid," he said, "I'm looking forward to it. I can go and masturbate in your old bed." Margaery would probably even miss Obi-wan. Loras already did, it was just easier to pretend that he wouldn't.
"Of course I'll forgive you, you nitwit," he tucked his forearm back behind his neck again. "It was bound to happen some day. Just don't leave and forget that you were ever here, yeah?"