With a sigh, Obi-Wan follows her example and takes a seat in an adjacent chair, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. "Usually, it's not an issue with him. Or at least... I didn't think it was." Obi-Wan doesn't like speaking about others behind their back, and feels like it's some sort of breach of trust to be telling Padmé about his pupil's behavior. But as it directly involves her, there doesn't seem to be much other choice.

"I honestly don't know if there is anything you could do, or stop doing, that would make it better," he admits quietly, glancing down into his wineglass. "I have tried to limit his interactions with you, and supervise when it's unavoidable, as you may have noticed. You're not overly friendly with him, but I fear if you try to distance yourself, it would make things worse. The boy's only 13, and prone to emotional outbursts anyway, but... Frankly, he's jealous of me. Explaining to him that this is just another form of body-guarding does little to sway him."

Leaning back, Obi-Wan stared out the window. The surrounding countryside was beautiful, but his thoughts were too tumultuous to appreciate it. "We will wait and see what happens, for the time being. He may require a different teacher, but at his age, no other Jedi is likely to train him. I refuse to give up on him, though."