[He stays quiet, worrying at his lip in the silence. He wants to know why, as much as he decided it wasn't important. If he'd resisted her, then she had to know that she wasn't going to get what she wanted. Bringing him to Snoke would have been the wisest move.

But she didn't. The implications of that...]

Well. Not just because of that. Maybe partly.

[He tries to close some of that distance, weighing his options.]

Look. I'm sorry. It's not personal. I just don't have interest in -- whatever it is you and Snoke do. I don't really want it anywhere near me.

[Before she can storm away from him again, he'll reach to put his hands on his shoulders. He does a poor job of masking his fear.]

But I know its there -- something's always been there. Just promise me that you aren't going to make it worse and I'll--trust you.

[As much as he can, anyway. There's a lot of Kill Bill klaxons going off.]