He can't help but pause to look at her when she laughs, an answering soft smile flowing over his features; it dims at the change in tone, but his face stays open and fond. This is one of the things he enjoys about Padmé, that she recognizes the inherent problems within her chosen arena, and makes no excuses for it, even acknowledges what others dislike about it, and doesn't hold it against them; against him. "If all politicians were more like you, we would be living in a much better place," he says, his affection coming through clear in his voice.

A little too clear for his liking; he turns toward the bag he'd brought with him that still holds his own clothes. He begins disrobing, until he is down to his under-tunic and leggings.