Luke's eyes widen a bit, even as his brow furrows. He shrugs, helplessly. "I... wouldn't know," he says after a moment, looking down at his cup of wine. He realizes belatedly he hasn't touched it. He takes a deep breath, and looks up at Kenobi. There's no point in trying to hide the truth--besides, that's exactly he sort of thing Ben used to do to him.

"If that's someone you know, then, yes. I know this doesn't make sense, but--we've met. When you're older. I'm... I'm Anakin Skywalker's son."