The hand on Obi-Wan's arm invokes a sense of smugness, a flush of ego that makes him smirk - and then he grins far more knowingly at the joy and dirty delight that comes with the idea of banana fellatio.

He takes a profiterole between a thumb and a finger with the curiosity of someone encountering one for the first time, and bites it carefully in two, with all the care of someone who knows how ridiculous cream in a beard looks.

"That is quite something," he says, and turns the other half towards Matt, offering it to him.