Obi-Wan is quiet for a moment, and then another. The silence stretches in slow breaths, punctuated by the cheering of the crowd and the sound of arrows meeting targets. The contest has gone on around them, unperturbed. And why not? From the outside, they might have been talking about anything at all.

He sighed.

"I apologize, I shouldn't have said that," He said, quietly, and meant it with all his heart, "It really isn't you, you know. You're challenging, and charming, and if I'm honest, quite beautiful. You can certainly do better than one ridiculous old Jedi Master who can't even get through a conversation without losing his composure."