[ A small laugh, then a shrug. It's not modesty, obviously - even Anakin will admit that he wouldn't know modesty if it bit him in the arse - but it's something maybe a little awkward, possibly born from the fact that Claude - Claude, he says, what a soft-sounding name - is walking half-naked next to him, complimenting Anakin on something that's honestly just inherent to him.
It doesn't feel like something he ought to be proud of, but all the same, there's that well-known warmth spreading in his chest, the notion that someone looks at him and likes what they see. He grew up, measured by whatever worth he had to others - the reflex is hard (impossible) to shake and coupled with how much he's managed to ruin in very little time, the whole thing just makes him feel... weird. Wrong. Happy, but wrong.
All the same, his mother didn't raise him without manners so he pushes the sense of wrongness aside. ]
Thanks. [ He gives Claude a sideways look. ] I - well, I'm a Jedi. It comes with the package.
[ He gestures towards his robes briefly before taking them left down a narrow sideway leading to one of the large balconies curving against the dome. There's an outside and an inside-option. He figures Claude might prefer the latter with how little clothes he's wearing - though, a part of him wouldn't mind lending him his cloak again, just to watch him wearing it. To see what sort of imprint he might get to take home in the aftermath.
Another thought that doesn't feel right, true. He should make a list at this point, probably, except then he'd have to figure out what to do with whatever's on it. Work through it somehow? Meditate?
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It doesn't feel like something he ought to be proud of, but all the same, there's that well-known warmth spreading in his chest, the notion that someone looks at him and likes what they see. He grew up, measured by whatever worth he had to others - the reflex is hard (impossible) to shake and coupled with how much he's managed to ruin in very little time, the whole thing just makes him feel... weird. Wrong. Happy, but wrong.
All the same, his mother didn't raise him without manners so he pushes the sense of wrongness aside. ]
Thanks. [ He gives Claude a sideways look. ] I - well, I'm a Jedi. It comes with the package.
[ He gestures towards his robes briefly before taking them left down a narrow sideway leading to one of the large balconies curving against the dome. There's an outside and an inside-option. He figures Claude might prefer the latter with how little clothes he's wearing - though, a part of him wouldn't mind lending him his cloak again, just to watch him wearing it. To see what sort of imprint he might get to take home in the aftermath.
Another thought that doesn't feel right, true. He should make a list at this point, probably, except then he'd have to figure out what to do with whatever's on it. Work through it somehow? Meditate?
Right. ]