"Woah, hold on." he pushed himself to stand, brow already furrowed. "Back it up a little, the part about you having a restriction against me. What is he, your sponsor or something? Why does he have the right to tell you who you can and can't see and as a fully grown and independent woman why would you listen to him?" his voice was even at least, more confused than angry or annoyed. It did make him wonder just what sort of relationship the two of them had though, that Obi-wan was allowed to tell her what to do and that she had to be 'worn down' to go against his wishes.
He folded his arms over his chest, or as well as his artificial arm allowed him to. "No, you should stay, maybe explain what's going on because I'm feeling a little lost here."