It hasn't escaped his notice that this is probably not appropriate princess behavior, a fact he's trying not to make much of. Though he'd be lying if he said that wasn't a bit of a thrill, too. (He's a career criminal, breaking rules is just what he does. If it he'd wanted to be well-behaved he would've been a naval officer.) But she's not letting her presumed inexperience make her hesitate, and he likes that; Leia is never one to waver when her mind's made up. If she seemed unsure of this, regretful, he wouldn't feel as good about it.

The blushing, then, is more charming than alarming, and the smile he casts her way is scoundrelly enough for the both of them. He curls an arm around her as she bends near, fingers splayed over the nape of her neck, tilting his head so he can press his lips fleetingly to her jaw and then she bites him.

"Hey!"

Without meaning to he jerks sharply, though there's more of a laugh in his tone than anything, and it's fortunate he just got an arm around her because with as little space as there is his sudden movement is nearly enough to tumble them both out of the bunk. Judging by the way he's chuckling, a low huff of breath against her skin, he doesn't actually mind at all.