Mmkay, so… this is the revised version. Not that it's any better.

"Quiggy?"

Qui-Gon sighed. "For the last time, Tahl. Don't call me that."

"But why not?" Tahl slid his arms around her hips. "You don't like it?"

"I do, but-"

"But not now?"

"No." Qui-Gon shook his head. "Not now."

"Why not now?" Tahl pressed her face against his neck.

"Uh…wouldn't this be better…elsewhere, perhaps?"

"Like where?"

"I dunno, a bedroom?"

"You're so private, Quiggy. No one's watching." She began tugging on his tunic.

"Yes, they are."

Tahl stamped her foot in frustration. "Why can't they just leave us alone?"

"We have invaded their space."

"Why is that, Quiggy?" Tahl whispered, trying to kiss him.

Qui-Gon pulled away. "Tahl, you do know we're in the Jedi Council Room, don't you?"

Tahl froze. Her eyes traveled to the faces around her, all wearing masks of mortification. Obi-Wan and Bant's mouths hung open.

"Oh…sorry; I guess I got bored."