Tamaki, inwardly, was slightly startled that she actually did so. But he didn't show it, and instead bowed over her hand like a gentleman. "Then I shall see about arranging an occasion for it, Ahsoka-san. Perhaps in the afternoon over tea? I shall ask the steward to be certain there is an appropriate outfit for you and myself."

Tamaki certainly wasn't noticing their watcher.

Trunks firmly squashed down the surge of...jealousy. Yes--it was jealousy and he could admit it. Not trusting himself to be quiet if he walked, he levitated himself and headed out, and then out through the servant's quarters entirely. Too many emotions, in too short a time, and he needed to deal with this.

It was Ahsoka's choice, after all; just because he had a crush on her, didn't mean she had to like him back.