It suits him just fine that she's not shy about wanting what she wants. Not that he'd expect anything less from Leia. (Maybe it's a wonder that she isn't more bossy. Or perhaps that's a question of experience, here.) He pulls away just enough to flash her a lazy grin.

It gives him a little more space to move, so he does, his other hand on her shoulder, his gaze intent and locked on her face. This isn't something either of them are likely to forget. He starts slow, not hesitant but gently teasing, leaning in to press a fleeting, light kiss to her lips as he ups the pace, eager to give her everything she's looking for. He can hold out, but that's not what's on his mind. Maybe this is just for a little while, but he's sentimental enough to want her to look back on it more than just a little bit fondly, egotistical enough to hope he comes up favorably if she compares him to others.