Anakin knew well that his wife was a very capable woman and could do well to protect herself. She wasn't the typical damsel in distress that most of the senators and rulers tended to be, something that seemed limited only to her and the senator from Chandrila in Anakin's experience. All the others needed someone to come to their rescue, but Padmé and Mon Mothma? Could hold their own and knew when to ask for assistance. He admired that about both women, though especially in his wife. It made him feel more like she was an equal to him, regardless of her lack of proper Force-talent. What she lacked in that area, she made up for in the political arena. Anakin understood politics, but he was beyond the sort of understanding she held. What she did...would quickly drive him into madness.
He grinned at her with that grin that would latter become a trademark smile on the faces of the twins they'd yet to conceive, he quipped, "Oh, but for you, m'lady--" Anakin stood and moved to her, hands on her hips as he continued to grin down at her petite form like the big idiot he was. "--it is never and imposition."