The words ‘I should’ told him far more, believe it or not, than any of the stories she had told him about what it was like to be a Princess. The constant see-saw of having to weigh every decision of what she was expected to do versus what she might have wanted to do was crystallized in that moment. He got just a whiff of the responsibility that went hand in hand with the fame and the fortune and he felt a little bit bad for Leia. It didn’t seem fair that she had to think about if she should kiss him and not just about whether she wanted to.

In that moment, he’s almost ready to apologize. He’d taken what was a nice evening and made an inadvertent conflict, for her, out of it. The words were on the tip of his tongue when he felt her turn back toward him and plant a very un-princess like kiss on his lips.

His hands fell down to her hips and he kissed her back. Spurred on by her enthusiasm and the realization that Leia is also a woman his age that seemed to enjoy the idea of kissing a scoundrel, he doesn’t try to clean it up any. He kissed her the way that he would anybody he was this infatuated with, complete with an assertive press his jaw and cheeks against her delicate face.