“Did you see that Cadet with blond hair?” Skywalker conversationally asked him, his voice still just above a whisper.
“Yes, I saw the yellow cadet,” Rex answered quickly without looking, instead watching the ghostly reflection on the polished doors.
“Gotta admit, I always forget how cute you Fett Clones really are.” He grinned at himself the same way Rex watched him. As an afterthought, he added, “You know, as kids.”
‘Smooth, Skywalker, real smooth.’
Offhandedly, Rex grumbled, “Most kids are cute.” Faded shadows moved on the frosted panel’s other side. “My brothers are not, not at any age.”
“Aww, Rex, come on.” Skywalker was gearing up to cause problems for his amusement at someone else’s expense. It sounded like, as so often, it was Rex to pay the price. “Based on that Cadet, I feel pretty confident that you were disgustingly cute as a kid.”
He knew when Skywalker wanted to rile him up.