Oh, Luke's going to tackle that bantha in the room, don't doubt it, but there's that pressing matter absorbing his attention and he tries to tell himself not to be so callow about everything, like some sort of... well, virgin in a novel.

If he can't handle being asked the question, in other words, he needs to be prepared not to do it. And that doesn't really feel like an option, right now.

"Yeah," he says, smirking up at Bull. "I'd like that a lot."

He knows he can't best the other in raw strength, but he's sort of hoping that by hooking a leg around Bull's, he can push-pull in encouragingly enough fashion to get the other man on his back, under him.