Leia stares up at him, her breath heavy in her lungs, as he comes closer and--ugh, of course all he was doing was fishing the corkscrew out of his pocket. The disappointment is obvious on her face for a moment, and then she realizes as much and glances back down at the wine.

She holds the bottle out to him, the back of one hand brushing deliberately against his thigh. "I'm guessing you know your way around one of those."

(So does she, as it happens, but that's irrelevant for the moment.)