Since Yavin, Luke had garnered a little more attention, on those rare occasions when he was around people who knew who he was and weren't trying to kill him. But that had really meant a few tipsy make-outs after battles, and in one instance, a very forward woman who Luke could tell was really only interested in the fact he was the Luke Skywalker.

He was not the type anyone had ever thrown themselves at. Or, as in this case, flung after themselves into a dance.

"What I mean," he called as he righted his balance by following (what choice did he have?) "is that I, uh, don't know how?"