Anakin just shrugs. He doesn't know, just that those are what Watto wants, and when he didn't get what he wanted, he grew cross, and Anakin and Shmi tended to end up bruised or without.

But Garth'zel's firm tone is enough to make Anakin sit up straight and pull back - protecting himself against the seat. "Ok." It's meekly said.

Anakin continues to watch, unsure what he's supposed to do now.