[Luke wraps an arm around her, giving her a gentle squeeze. This is a new level of disturbing for him. Not even Palpatine was fond of...whatever it was he'd seen in Adele's mind. Something that the wrinkled Sith Lord had always insisted on was that the Dark Side was not something for mindless thugs and pointless sadism. And when one finds oneself thinking that the Dark Lord of the Sith is a classier form of villain...then you know you're in trouble.]

Adele, I will do everything in my power to prevent that from happening. You know that, don't you? If it makes you feel more secure, you can even move in with Anakin, Obi-Wan, and I for a time.

[Luke reaches out, this time with the Force, and pulls out a bottle of wine, a gift from Sabriel. He's trying to get her to relax.]

I don't know about you, but I think I could use a drink.