Matt watches Obi-Wan with rapt curiosity: the symmetrical-seeming reaction, the pull and release of energy between them. It's fascinating, something he wants to feel before he tries to analyze.

And then there's that line.

Matt's eyebrows arch abruptly. A disbelieving sputter slips out, followed by a laugh and a grin nearly as bright as his spell.

"You have," he says, using his grip on Obi-Wan's sleeve to pull himself closer, "no idea."

The bauble is still between them, but the good news is it's not corporeal. Matt tilts his head for a kiss.