Well, that’s hitting very close to the mark, isn’t it? He raises a hand to the back his neck and rubs the hair back there. It’s an almost shy gesture or perhaps an apology for the lies that would eventually be told, if she knew him long enough. He makes himself look back up at her, though. He can’t seem to look away from her for too long. The longer this conversation went on, the more he felt captivated and it wasn’t something he hadn’t experienced before.

“You give me a chance of that?” Being her man, as she had put it. “And I promise you, I would make the best of it, Leia.”

Han’s lopsided grin reappeared as he grabbed the bottle and as he started slow pouring, he says playfully ...

“Tell me when.”