Yeah she is going to walk faster to her lesson. Blushing.

He is a Jedi Master and a respected Council member, and so therefore does not snort.

Her lineage are all assholes.

She does slow down after a moment, though. "Actually, Mace?"

"Yes, padawan?"

"I was thinking I'd like to start working on shatterpoints again, kind of more in depth? I hadn't really put a lot of effort in last time you tried to teach me."

"You really hadn't." He hums. "May I ask what's brought this on? You've gotten even more studious than you used to be, in all your classes - and you were already at the top of a lot of them."

"Well... I'm considering leaving the Order after my Trials, you know, but - I do want to keep using the Force and being of service to the galaxy, and I want to be the Chancellor's bodyguard if she has a place for me..."

"And I didn't really apply myself to the shatterpoint lessons because they were hard and I didn't see how it'd help me, but... Even when I was struggling, those exercises really helped my general awareness. Of my surroundings, of people, of patterns... That's the type of thing that's really fundamental to bodyguarding specifically."

And, with another small blush - "And I want to have useful, helpful abilities, and... Elesse's been really impressed when I know even very obscure things, especially about the government or Senators' home cultures or - stuff like that." Deeper blush.

(What services she's doing for Elesse are firmly on Sangua's side of the partition; Anakin doesn't even think of those enough to feel awkward about her plans.)

Faint, there and gone smile. 

"Alright."

"You've grown, padawan. Which means I expect you to apply yourself, this time."

Grin. "Thank you, Mace."

"You're welcome. I'll let you know when my schedule is open."

"Now, you have a lesson in a few minutes, right?"

She laughs. "Yeah. I'll see you!"

And: off to learn how to heal bruises. 

She feels very, very successful in all this, and that buoys her through to her next meeting with Elesse.

It's a dinner this time.

"You seem to be in a good mood, my dear."

"I am," she says, beaming at Elesse. "I've been doing very well in my studies this week."

"Tell me about what you've been learning," she invites. "I do enjoy hearing about what goes on in the Temple."

Grin. "I've started on Force Healing, is the big new thing - I'm taking a theory and a practical class right now, though the theory is mostly anatomy lessons this session... I started a bit late in the class cycle, so I'm having to catch up, but my classmates have been really helpful - I'm the youngest there, most of the others are more senior padawans or knights..." She gossips a bit about her classmates - who are Jedi she hasn't met before this, and so new opportunities. (She mentions, of course, just lightly, which ones are dissatisfied with the Order or their place in it - teases her Mistress about one young knight being a pretty girl...)

Elesse makes quiet mental notes and gently eggs Anakin on throughout the meal.

She elaborates more on her classmates - touches then on her lessons with Mace Windu in shatterpoints, shares some of her progress (an apparently innocuous example of a disagreement she spotted brewing between two Jedi who she thinks might secretly hate each other), some of the gossip she's gotten from him... Talks about her more usual lessons, which are drawing to the end of their cycle, about the aspirations of her classmates there (again mostly years older than her, often very close to their Trials)... Some, too, about generic gossip around the Temple, in the Halls of Healing... And about the possibility that she and her teacher might get sent off planet on missions again soon, though with Anakin's shifting class schedules, she's unsure how that'll shake out, or if she wants to try to stay more in the Temple, attend more lessons, or get a chance for some action...

Anakin is fully able to spend a quite long meal talking with Elesse about the Temple and its goings on.

She does enjoy their talks.

And after, of course, it's back to the apartment.

Anakin's had fun, too.

She has fun driving them, shooting Elesse quick grins after some of her stunts, opening the doors for her when they arrive.

Then she can have a kiss as reward!

Kiss! And melt into her wonderful Mistress.

"Have I been doing well, ma'am?"

"Stunningly so, my dear."

Wiggle kiss. "Good. I've been trying."

Pet pet kiss.

"That's my good girl."

Happy noise. (Being petted is so good.)

"I couldn't say in the restaurant," she murmurs, softly, eyes drifting closed from the feeling of Elesse's hand in her hair, "But I also worked a lot on separating off Sangua... No one suspected me or her. Don't think she has her own strain of thought yet, but - the partition seems stable so far..." Lean into hand some more, expression approaching blissed out. "And didn't stop me being yours, too."