Luke/Starkiller
Starkiller wasn't perfect in feeling out how people's reactions were effecting them, but even he could tell Luke had certain feelings. Though, just not enough to really drive the conversation in any specific manner.
Starkiller watched Luke as he moved about his words, and there was a coy smile on his face. "You have every reason to find fault in who trained me, Skywalker." Galen stated firmly. There was a firm difference in their two trainers, and where Vader had trained Galen in his form of combat, he more pointedly aimed to make sure he was trained in all forms of lightsaber combat. Again, the difference in the reason of being trained. Luke, to be a Jedi. Starkiller, to kill the Jedi. Now, did Galen want to kill Luke? Not at this moment. Then there was a notion of Leia. There was part of Galen who could feel how Luke was protective of the women, so this he'd play in. "Why did I feel her out?" He shrugged. "She's prettier than you." Starkiller commented with out much thought to it.
With a deep breath, Starkiller looked up some. "There was zero notion you should fear me, Jedi." Galen stated firmly. "I'm not out to kill you, maim you, or embarrass you." At this point, he actually looked to the other man. "I wanted to duel you, because I wanted to see what the man who bested my master was made of." There was just a content stare. "Purely sport was my interest. But if you want to get angry, and fight now..." There was a devious grin. "Then pick up your weapon Jedi." The hair on the back of his neck stood on end. "I mean, I am a Sith." There was a little sneer as if he challenged Luke to do as he said. "Mortal enemies and all." Starkiller at this point just let the Force reach out to him. Touch Luke, the tables, the air around them.
Needless to say, the young man was playing a dangerous game, but he wasn't about to initiate this combat. What was playing with fire like he was doing, if you didn't douse it in gasoline.