Considering that Rey had grown up largely among criminals and other people for whom hygiene wasn't a high priority, and she herself primarily relied on dust baths to get clean given how precious of a commodity water was on Jakku, she didn't really notice any sort of smell coming off of Luke that was particularly unpleasant. If anything, the smell of the island was more overpowering, since it was unlike anything else she'd experienced. She'd associated that scent with Luke without really realizing it, and if Luke had bothered to make a list of all the reasons he'd imagined for why their proximity would be less than ideal, she might have outright laughed at him.

She did laugh, though it was more of a soft chuckle when he claimed to be waiting to wake up. Before she could point out that they'd already been through that, though, he caught her off-guard with a soft brush of his lips against her fingertips. Oh. That was... unexpected. And sweet.

Feeling the corner of her lips quirking up into a small, fond smile, Rey softly remarked, "If you really think you're going to wake up, you can probably afford to let your imagination run a little more wild." Not as wild as their shared dream had been, perhaps — at least, not yet — but certainly enough for him to know that his lips can touch her elsewhere. That much was clear when she leaned in towards him a bit, even if she was far too inexperienced to even pretend to know how to make the first move.