"Did I now?" Obi-Wan crosses his arms, raises a brow. That was a comment he hadn't expected, but something settled in the Force with it - a brush of rightness, like a mentor's hand settling on his shoulder. (He almost glanced aside, wondering perhaps if Master Qui-Gon was standing there with that insufferably knowing smirk playing about his lips.)

"How odd." He turns away from the intense gaze and adjusts the saddle, checking reins and honestly just giving himself a bit of busywork. "Are you going to stand there in the suns all day, or are you coming back to shelter with me..." a pause and then, "... Ezra?"

Right, so maybe he'd picked up a few insufferable traits from his own Master.