"If we were like all merchants," Anakin quips as he looks over his shoulder at the guard, "we'd be trying to sell you something."

Though in a way they were. Or at least they wanted these people to buy that they were who they claimed to be.

Anakin can sense the latest shove coming and so he sidesteps as if he'd turned his foot on a rock just enough that the guard's hand misses coming into contact.

"Ow," he mumbles in a rueful tone, stepping lightly on that foot as if he had actually twinged something.

"Serves you right," smirks the guard.

Good thing they're behind him or they'd be seeing Anakin's rather expressive eyeroll.