Dropping his gaze and pressing his lips into a thin line are the only indications of how upset hearing her speak of it, even obliquely, makes him. He wrestles briefly with his emotions, recognizing them for what they are: anger, jealousy, possessiveness. Not full-blown and destructive, but the seeds are there. He consoles himself that Padmé can take care of herself, as she has just stated she did. He still has the un-Jedi-like urge to punch the aide in the face. Padmé is a good person, and does not deserve to be treated so callously.

Drawing in a measured breath, Obi-Wan slowly says, "While I am well-aware of how well you can take care of yourself, I hope your change in circumstance helps at least to lessen these-- occurrences," his mouth wraps around the word distastefully, "but I also find myself torn between hoping never to be witness to one, and hoping I am. I fear I would have a hard time standing back and allowing you to deal with it yourself, were I around."

It's all he will admit to, and worries that he hasn't divulged too much. He's just admitted to being far more emotionally invested than he had ever expected he would become.