"I wouldn't like that. You can invite them whenever you want, please. This is your home, you are free to have your friends here."

Albert knows that Obi-Wan realises that, but he feels he should reiterate it. They might have a contract, this city might put more emphasis on his status as a dominant, but Albert and Obi-Wan are equals in his mind.

He raises his glass and repeats the toast, taking a swallow. And then he sets it down, moving in the little kitchen to work next to Obi-Wan, enjoying the way that shoulders and arms brush.