It was either what he said or how he said it, or maybe both, but the Jedi suddenly finds himself turned on. Such a confession was not something he took lightly, especially coming from a Mandalorian like Din.

In one swift movement he’s straddling the lap of the other man. Reaching to unzip his flightsuit down past his chest. Fingers then lightly tracing that submissive mark on his skin, while pressing his forehead against Din’s helmet once more.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum,” he said softly. Knowing it was probably a bit forward, but it was true that he felt his absence now that he was back. There were several people he cared for in this place, and Din was one of them.