The more and more serious and monastic Kanan gets the more hilarious it is to remember that this is a man who spent most of his late teen years as a dissolute rogue. Hera picked him up in a bar! For most of season one he was more space pirate than staid Jedi. He winked, he swaggered. He carried on the proud tradition of ridiculous flirting that began with such heroes as Obi-Wan Kenobi. 

Sure, he might be a bit more reserved now, three kids and a major injury does that to a guy, but the man has a scoundrel past. He once hit on a Star Destroyer captain. 

Imagine some poor new Phoenix Squadron techie, highly intimidated by Commander Syndulla’s ultra serious, mysterious, bearded partner, (The gossip vine says he might be a Jedi, though Ami just says he found a lightsaber somewhere and ran with it.) turning a corner at the wrong time and hearing Kanan the terrifying telling the scary Mandalorian girl with a straight face that, “Table dancing is a perfectly respectable job, Sabine. The money is good and the hours aren’t bad if it’s a quiet club.”

It doesn’t stop there. He’s the first person Commander Sato and Commander Syndulla turn to when they need to sober up an informant they just pulled out of a bar fight. He has firm opinions about the various varieties of engine room moonshine. He speaks Huttese.

He knows seventy different names for common street drugs.

According to Dell- who’s been in the squadron longer than anyone- he and Commander Syndulla left the channel open once and everyone had to hear them calling each other pet names in the middle of pitched battle. 

Forget the lightsaber, all anyone is really interested in his self professed ability to make a Coruscanti cocktail that won’t give you a killer hangover the next day.