Anakin: It’s outrageous! It’s unfair! Mace: Take a seat, Skywalker. Anakin: *walks over and sits in Mace’s lap* This one’s not taken is it? Mace: *closes eyes and inhales deeply, then exhales* Clear the room. *grabs Anakin’s wrist* Not you, Skywalker.
-council room clears save for the two of them- Mace: Knight Skywalker. I am going to count down from five, and when I am done, you had best my off my lap and crafting a formal apology to the council or Force help me, whatever I don’t release into the Force, I’m going to release out on your ass. Anakin: Maybe I’d rather you release it into my ass.
Anakin: *arrives back at his shared apartments, red-faced and visibly limping* Obi-Wan: I think that’s the first time I’ve ever known Mace Windu to lose composure. I suppose you’re proud of yourself. Anakin: *falls onto the couch making dying bantha noises* Worth it.
