He did not want to hear about how impressive he was. It was a myth, inasmuch as it could be given the truth he was aware of. That is, he knew his history, and his past. He did not negate any of the facts of that history. But to say they were important was to give himself too much credit.

"You get used to it," Luke said dismissively. He arched an eyebrow. "Han took you to Maz's." It wasn't exactly a question, but a small smile played around the corners of his mouth. "It figures. I met him in a cantina where the first person I spoke to tried to kill me."