"Twinkle? Ari, I have no idea what you're talking about. It might've just been the reflection of the instrument panel bouncing off my eye." He very SOFTLY nudged her back, fully aware that what he considered a normal "nudge" would probably leave a bruise. He and Lysa had gotten into several spats when they were younger and vividly recall a couple of instances where, in an attempt to defend a solid punch to the jaw, he dodged and shoved her away, said shove leaving two very big bruises on the front of her shoulders. But back to the current teasing at hand...
"And to even assume that I, Yerbol Massani, would dare to even think about engaging in a romantic tryst with a former Republic spec ops soldier turned merc would be such silliness." He returned her smirk as they found the guest quarters, which consisted of two bunkbeds smashed against left and right hand side of the small room. Footlockers stood at the front of each bunk, which gave them at least something to store this gear in, which Yerbol readily accepted. 
"You know what's funny? I haven't had a trace of desire to go after someone romantically in almost three years. I guess that's all the Jedi repression that sunk in unconsciously." He chuckled as he placed his saber and boots in his footlocker, grimacing as he placed his bare feet on the ship. 
"That's...like walking on ice. Not that I've done it, but this ship is a good simulation for getting stuck on Hoth, I suppose." He took off his dark blue, long-sleeved overshirt to reveal a sleeveless undershirt stained with the grime and sweat of the past few days.
"Don't suppose she would have clothes to change into, would she? I still have the stink of Selkath, hound sweat and...well, other things I shouldn't mention in the presence of a lady." He cautiously walked to the entrance of the guest room to find a narrow doorway that, when opened, led a bathroom the size of a storage closet. There was a miniature washing and drying unit that looked like they came from the First Galactic era, but at least they seemed to be in working order. 
"Right, so I'm going to clean up." 

It took thirty minutes of canoodling with the settings of both shower and units, but he was finally able to rinse himself of the aromas that clung to him, withdrawing his clean clothes from the drying unit and sighing in delight as he placed the warm shorts and undershirt over his dried and weary body. Creaking out of the bathroom, he strolled back in, throwing his other clothes on the footlocker before sitting on the edge of the bunk.
"It feels great, Ari. A bit cramped, but I've never been so grateful for a shower before in my LIFE." He then looked up at her.
"How did you handle romance in the academy? I mean, could you have a traditional 'boyfriend' or was that frowned upon? I'm sure that your teachers encouraged you to manipulate others using...charm, but was there any chance of having a relationship?" Curiosity would give the two enough to talk about on their journey to Tython(with Roan possibly heading BACK to Korriban, their red-headed merc didn't want to take the chance of bumping into him, hence their first stop on the Jedi homeworld).