The utter confidence she displays makes his heart swell, and Obi-Wan pulls her up enough that he can bend his head to kiss her. "I don't regret it either, I promise," he murmurs. "Once we return to Coruscant, I should warn you, I may be spending a lot of time at the Temple for a while. At the moment, I... I feel as if I'm going against everything I was taught, and yet-- not. We're taught to trust our feelings. And yet we're taught not to grow attached, to stay separate and impartial."

And here Obi-Wan's natural flirtation and playfulness finally comes back to the fore: he lets his eyes wander intently down the length of Padmé's body pressed against his, and he very deliberately strokes his hand from her shoulder blades to the swell of her backside, before coming to rest comfortably there. "And I'm not sure I could get any more partial to you, at the moment." He flexes his fingers slightly. "Well." He grins cheekily. "I probably could, if given a few moments."