The contact seems to relax Matt. He smiles, shoulder bumping Obi-Wan's briefly before he leans back, just enough to get out of the way of boot-unbuckling. He doesn't do anything to break the contact of their hips, though.

"A certain state of mind?" he repeats. "Like what kind of state?"

The only thing that pings for him is like, how drugs and substances can amplify whatever emotional state you're in when you take them.