Baze was panicking. He's never kissed anyone "properly" in his life. Even if he wanted to, he's not sure how it's done. He's just running through creative ways to let her down gently when Chirrut shows up.

The words he says don't make sense to Baze. Better man? Why? Then Chirrut drops the name and wanders off.

Sinric? The golden brat?

"No, she's--" Baze tries to deny it, but Chirrut is already gone. Baze stares at the woman he'd been cuddling, and then jerks away from her so fast, he nearly spills his tea on her. His hands itch for his staff. "You tricked me! I trusted you!"