If Rey knew about the inner struggle Luke was undergoing, if she were anywhere near as trained as she needed to be to be able to tell what he'd been feeling throughout this entire conversation, she would have taken his hand without question. She would have proven that no, the touch wouldn't have been casual, and he wasn't the only one who was craving it, and it didn't have to be wrong if they could make it feel so right for each other.

But Rey didn't know that he was being anything but friendly, so the moment passed without incident.

She looked up at him as he repeated that word, wondering if she'd insulted him. Of course she was free to leave at any time, so long as he left with her. While he wasn't exactly keeping her a prisoner here, he was certainly seeing to it that she extended her stay beyond what she'd initially anticipated.

But rather than admonish her for her choice of words, he asked her a question, and she tilted her head at him in curious amusement. "Did you ever go fishing on Tatooine?" The dry question was followed by a small smile as she shook her head. "I've hunted a few times, when food went scarce, but fishing was never exactly an option."