Luke gaped at her. There was no other word for it. Where could he possibly begin with that speech? With the fact he did respect her enough not to assume she'd actually come to this sort of thing on her own? Or the fact that she was actually discussing acting on it? Or the fact that this whole thing was utterly ridiculous even before they got to specifics?

"Rey, I..." He blinked. "Of course I respect you. I respect you far too much to credit any notion that you would have come to that sort of conclusion on your own. I respect you far too much to think the... the misplaced and craven fantasies of an old man should be shared by someone like you. I respect you far too much to have wished that my lack of control would affect you, when you came here to seek my aid. I should be able to control myself. I don't want to tell you you're wrong, but I can't..." He shook his head, flushed and flabbergasted. "I cannot imagine that this is anything but my... my own isolation and lack of... practice."