Most times, and with most people, getting his hair ruffled like that would be a recipe for a quick duck and protest, and maybe an elbow in the ribs (yeah, that one's for you, Zeb). In this case, though, it just gets a slight pinking of embarrassment that somehow doesn't stop him from leaning into it. Just for a second. Just until his pride kicks back in and he finally takes a step back.

"Um, well. It... won't be for a while." He never did tell Qui-Gon it was his birthday back then, did he. He shrugs nonchalantly. "My birthday was a few months ago."