Anakin studied Luke for a moment, taking in the way the boy -- well, he was technically a man, wasn't he? -- looked. Yes, Anakin had no doubt that this Luke Skywalker was his son. Perhaps he felt it in the Force, or perhaps it was another reason -- but Anakin knew. But this was quite strange, seeing his son here, his son who was so close to his age.
When Luke stated that they had the same eyes, Anakin nodded. "Padme's are brown..." he stated, before realizing perhaps Luke didn't know who Padme was. Though he assumed that Luke would make the connection.
As Luke attempted to make it seem like he was old enough to drink, the bartender arched an eyebrow. It didn't really seem as though the bartender cared all that much, though. Anakin cleared his throat briefly, and there was a small movement of his hand when the bartender looked his way. Anakin wasn't certain how old one had to be to drink here in this Storybrooke, all he knew was that he didn't want either one of them to be cut off because of a suspicious bartender.
Anakin took a sip of his drink, taking in the flavor of the alcohol. It wasn't bad, though it wasn't what he was used to. Not at all. But alcohol was alcohol.
"...so both your mother and myself die, do we? I'm assuming relatively close to your birth, as you said you never knew either of us."