It's going to happen, because she decided it would when he showed up in her doorway--oh, so this is how we'll do things--and once Leia Organa's set her mind to something, it gets done. So far, tonight lacks a sense of the spontaneity of their last tryst, but she doesn't mind that. The fact that it all feels premeditated suits her.

It doesn't do anything to quell the vague, frustrating sense of self-consciousness, though, nor does her sudden realization that his attention has shifted down from her eyes. She bites down on her lower lip, which doubtless doesn't help anything. As much as she's used to having the attention of others, the open stare of one very desirable man is a sort she's still getting used to. It's those scant moments before their first kiss all over again.

She's relieved when he shifts his weight again, wasting no time in snaking an arm around his neck to pull him to her in a kiss. The flavour of the wine clings to his mouth, adds to the taste of him.