Obi-Wan, open and aware of the sensations flowing through the Force, bites a corner of his own lip at the same instant that Matt's breath catches, reacting as he reacts.

He looks past the light and meets Matt's eyes as he gives the light a gentle tug again before letting the metaphysical string have some slack, and he smiles.

"That's a very talented mouth you have there."

Up here away from the bar Obi-Wan's presence is wider, the feeling of safety and comfort slightly less subtle. And his intentions are so clear his words couldn't even be said to have a double meaning.