Did she know? She was acting strange, but then, maybe that was his imagination, colored by his own shame. He certainly wasn't ascribing any of her behavior to anything but his own failings, but the way she asked after his sleep, could she possible have seen--

But no. No, she'd left him with an admonition to sleep, so it was perfectly innocent. On her part, anyway. She was treating him gingerly because he'd thrown a fit last night, like a petulant child. Part of him wished she'd stop calling him 'Luke,' though yesterday it had been all he could ask for, that she'd stop with the 'Master' nonsense. Now his first name felt like an unearned intimacy.

"Yes," he managed, after a too-long pause where he stared without actually seeing her. "Yes. Sleep. It was..." He caught himself, swallowing, started again. "I have to apologize for my behavior last night. It was... unbecoming as a man and a... as a ... host."

Fantastic, Skywalker. Is this really the best you can do? It wasn't the first time he'd confronted someone after some awkward dreams but it certainly had never been quite this inappropriate a subject. And, like everything else, he was grossly out of practice.