Sinjir blinks.

"Just like that?" he asks. "Don't want me to jump through hoops? Provide guarantees? Connect you to a holoconference with Princess Organa?"

Because there are more things he could do. Mostly, those things are practically irrelevant and don't mean anything, but he could do them.

"Though," he admits, additionally, "taking my clothes wouldn't have necessarily meant I didn't want -- things."

Things. Unspecific things.