And Revan grins like she was just handed the galaxy on a large silver plate. She spins around at once, lightsaber drawn in mid-motion, one blade igniting as soon as she spots him.

Poetic justice - and a suitably good memory (http://www.livejournal.com/users/master_obiwan/22580.html?thread=254772#t254772) - drops the perfect response into her mind.

"Of course I can have him," she states, bluntly, before adding the line that Obi-Wan never got. "But I would much rather have *you.*"