Anakin duly swings his legs up onto the table and stretches out. The blitheness has evaporated somewhat, and he is clearly not looking forward to this, though he holds his head immediately still in the service of cooperation. His level of dismay is more akin to 'dental appointment' than 'impromptu brain surgery,' anyway. He may not have a level calibrated for the latter.

He looks up at Jason with the half-gung-ho expression of someone who is fairly certain they are not about to receive a backdoor lobotomy. "Go ahead," he says, and closes his eyes.