"Doesn't it bother you at all?"
She lazily smiles at him, amused.
"Not particularly."
He sighs, frustrated, and looks at Leia and Jag, surrounded by a crowd of people.
"It's been six months already."
She chuckles lightly.
"Perhaps it's true love?"
He looks at her dirtily.
"Yeah."
She shakes her head at him.
"He's a good man, Luke. She's happy with him. Does there have to be anything more than that?"
He sighs.
"He's so young. And Han only died four years ago…"
She puts her glass down to hold his hand and looks him in the eye.
"All right, let's say we have a hypothetical situation between us. Say…I die and leave you all alone. But then-"
"-I meet this sweet young thing and decide that Ben needs a mother?"
She flushes, and grins.
"Well, I wouldn't have put it so simply, but yes."
"So, you'd be happy that I'm sleeping with another woman?"
"No, but the dead rarely care."
He turns to look at the crowd around his sister.
"I still don't like it. What about Jaina?"
Mara rolls her eyes.
"I think that after three years, she isn't going to come to her senses and propose."
Luke pinches the bridge of his nose.
"Still…"
Mara smacks him upside the head.
"You don't have to like it, you know. But he is your sister's choice, and being rude to him won't help matters."
His mouth turns downward sullenly.
"I still think it's creepy."
Her eyes half-lidded, she surveys the dance-floor, seeing two figures dancing closely.
"But playing nice will make your sister happy."
He leans against her.
"I know, I know… I just wish-"
"-It was Han. I know."