"When -- what an odd question. Of course, seeing as neither Luke or his sister are fumbling children, I understand it even if it's not the easiest to get my notions of space and time around." He raised a hand to signal the barstaff that he was ready for another drink. Ben turned his gaze to Bail, adding in a tone that was a little softer and more familiar: "Whatever it is in that green bottle there might be worth trying, I think you'd like it."
It wasn't that he was unhappy to see Organa, so much as it was that he didn't know how to behave anymore. Before he could write his name he was in the Jedi training program on Coruscant. Now, reminders of his old life just struck him in the chest in ways he couldn't quite articulate. He wasn't vain about his role as a Jedi, he didn't think it made him inherently better than anyone. He just didn't know how to be anything else. It was why he hadn't admitted his affection for Satine, and it was why the energy between himself and Bail had never manifested itself in anything more than fleeting glances and fantastic, unobtainable dreams.
"Luke got himself in a scrape of trouble. He was about eight, or so, I'd think."