She remembers the Hutts from her time on Tatooine, and the mental image of him growing to that size makes her laugh brightly. It's a hilarious idea and strikes her as far more amusing than it really should, but another thing stands out to her that she can't not share with him.

"You would still be a wonderful bodyguard, my dear Jedi, and I would still adore you," she assures him with a small squeeze to his arm. "But since you are correct that you might not be quite as effective in your duties, I'll simply have to feed you and give you reason to work off all those calories."

Her first thought of such activity are more death-defying adventures, the likes of which she tends to get herself into on diplomatic missions that always seem to go sideways (as do his own from what she's heard), but for just a moment her thoughts stray to other activities equally well-known for being a good workout. It's a miracle that she doesn't turn completely scarlet at the thought before careening her mind back to adventures outside the bedroom -- she would never expect that of him when this arrangement is purely of business with the benefit of friendship.

(But she would also not be displeased if things took that path.)