One thing he'd forgotten in this strange whirlwind of negotiations and preparations, is that this is still Padmé. As Obi-Wan accepts the wine, he tips his head slightly at her words, his countenance relaxing and softening slightly. There's no one around except them, and Padmé's presence is familiar to him, blending in well with the background rhythms of the animals and other living creatures through the Force.

"It's no sacrifice." His voice is slow and measured. "I've learned - and it has taken me quite a while - to not try to anticipate where life will lead you. Because you will often be wrong, and quite frequently disappointed, even if in the end you do more good, and are much more satisfied than if you'd gone the route you expected. This situation was always a possibility, for me, and I knew that." He pauses, before smiling at her gently. "I'm glad it's you. I know you." His smile curls a bit more mischievously, and he holds the wineglass closer to his lips before commenting, "I know the sort of trouble you get into."

He takes a sip to keep himself from laughing.