Anakin was dressed just in time to avoid an even more uncomfortable situation than he--she--whatever--was already resigned to. And then Rahne was following just after, and it was probably not something that was going to end well.
"Rahne." Anakin hated how sound of... her voice. "Rahne, I want you to know that I love you a lot. But please. Move your face away from my breasts." That was by a wide margin the strangest sentence Anakin could remember ever having to say. "And I really hope you have something in your pocket."