"He is. I'm not sure if I'd..." He paused. Apart from the difficult thought he was trying to express, she was distractingly close. And she smelled nice, even in the middle of the night. And any time she was close enough that he could feel the warmth of her breath he got butterflies in his stomach that robbed him of coherency...
"He's been strange since that incident," he confessed, pulling himself together. "I should probably talk to Anakin about it. I explained his options to him, in terms of having to choose if training was really what he wanted. He's been distant since then. Disturbingly well-behaved."