Leia gave him that look, the one that said denial was about as useful as explaining fair play to a Hutt.
His tone was equally stubborn. They were twins, after all, and Skywalkers weren’t exactly known for backing down from anything.
“Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. At the banquet, you two. The way you looked at each other. I could feel it.”
A small smile was the only response he offered.
“You’re my brother. If something’s going on, you can tell me.”
“Nothing’s going on, Leia.” He could feel her doubt. “Search your feelings. I will not lie to you.” Another upwards tilt of his lips, as if he’d just told her a secret.
With a sigh, Leia stood up and planted a sisterly kiss on his nose. Not the tip, on the little bend above it.
“Fine, nothing’s going on NOW, Luke. I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid. That doesn’t mean something didn’t go on before.” She shrugged. “And no one would mind if it continued. Especially me.”
She walked out with her typical regal comportment. Luke looked at the door for a long moment, then reached for his comm.