Perhaps the multiple layers of robes and a generally imposing presence made Kylo feel a bit larger in stature than he really was... Regardless, he unintentionally shrunk back a little when Han spoke.

"You were the one who brought it up. What is your number one priority, then?" He grunted, and his eyes fell back to the ground. "...and what am I supposed to be doing about it?"

He honestly had no idea.

He looked to his father with the same anxious expression that he he often gave the Supreme Leader. The look in his eyes screamed that need for guidance. He needed to be sculpted, made into something, painfully if necessary. It was what he was good for.