Not getting an immediate answer out of Luke made her nervous, and she could feel the anxiety fluttering about in her belly even as he answered, his response sounding stilted and unnatural. Did he know? Had she unwittingly left it written all over her face? Did he know the look of a woman who'd just had that sort of dream?
Of course, that left her wondering about Luke's last relations, if he'd ever allowed himself to have any. He must have, as she couldn't imagine him going without all these years. Not because sex was a particularly exciting thing, not as far as she knew, but... well, he was attractive even as an older man. When he'd been her age, he must have had his pick of women.
Maybe it was a strange sense of jealousy telling her that that wasn't so, or perhaps it was because she had the impression that loneliness had enshrouded him for far longer than just his time on Ahch-To. Still, regardless of his personal experience in this matter, she shouldn't be thinking about it. He was a teacher, a mentor... and he was also old enough to be her father. No wonder he'd called her a child.
"Host?" She frowned a little, almost as though she didn't understand the word, then told him, "I don't think you have to worry about being a good host when your so-called guest was uninvited and invasive and-...." Thoroughly inappropriate, she almost said, but she stopped herself, not wanting to risk him asking after what she'd done that was so inappropriate.
She looked down, feeling awkward and skittish and wondering just how much of what she'd done (or, rather, what her subconscious had done) was plain on her face. "You have nothing to apologize for," she told him softly. "I'm just glad you were able to get some rest."
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Of course, that left her wondering about Luke's last relations, if he'd ever allowed himself to have any. He must have, as she couldn't imagine him going without all these years. Not because sex was a particularly exciting thing, not as far as she knew, but... well, he was attractive even as an older man. When he'd been her age, he must have had his pick of women.
Maybe it was a strange sense of jealousy telling her that that wasn't so, or perhaps it was because she had the impression that loneliness had enshrouded him for far longer than just his time on Ahch-To. Still, regardless of his personal experience in this matter, she shouldn't be thinking about it. He was a teacher, a mentor... and he was also old enough to be her father. No wonder he'd called her a child.
"Host?" She frowned a little, almost as though she didn't understand the word, then told him, "I don't think you have to worry about being a good host when your so-called guest was uninvited and invasive and-...." Thoroughly inappropriate, she almost said, but she stopped herself, not wanting to risk him asking after what she'd done that was so inappropriate.
She looked down, feeling awkward and skittish and wondering just how much of what she'd done (or, rather, what her subconscious had done) was plain on her face. "You have nothing to apologize for," she told him softly. "I'm just glad you were able to get some rest."