"Very nice," she concedes, settling in next to him. Admittedly, she's not sure what he'd expect to hear if not that. Her decorum classes really could have stood to include lessons on what to say after sex to keep from sounding silly or utterly virginal. In this case, teasing Han back seems like the safest option. "Much better than a twenty-third game of holo-chess."
Nice despite everything that went wrong--or, at least, not the way she'd expected--and despite the fact that their surroundings don't qualify as romantic to anyone besides Han Solo. It's no small compliment, even if she's pretending aloud that it is. (And steadfastly resisting the urge to suggest they try more next time, if he has any ideas. The goal is not to sound like an inexperienced girl, after all.)
At his mention of the wine, she glances down at it. "It'd be a shame to let such a good vintage go to waste." Pity they don't have glasses, or more room to drink it in, but it really is good regardless. Leia bends down and picks it up by the neck, taking a long draw before offering it to him.
To be fair, he doesn't really need to hear anything. The shameful failure of her decorum classes to offer lessons on appropriate post-coital chatter can be neatly excused. As far as he's concerned, they can curl up in total silence or talk about anything she likes, his ego has been sufficiently stroked.
He huffs a laugh at the comparison to holochess, and wraps an arm around her as she leans down.
(And yeah, he's got a couple of ideas. No rush. There's plenty of time before they get to Bespin.)
Taking a good swig of the wine, he hums agreeably. It is good, better than he'd generally buy for himself. Pretty much a necessity, when you're choosing bribes.
He swallows, and then he kisses her, because the wine doesn't hold a candle when it comes down to it.
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Nice despite everything that went wrong--or, at least, not the way she'd expected--and despite the fact that their surroundings don't qualify as romantic to anyone besides Han Solo. It's no small compliment, even if she's pretending aloud that it is. (And steadfastly resisting the urge to suggest they try more next time, if he has any ideas. The goal is not to sound like an inexperienced girl, after all.)
At his mention of the wine, she glances down at it. "It'd be a shame to let such a good vintage go to waste." Pity they don't have glasses, or more room to drink it in, but it really is good regardless. Leia bends down and picks it up by the neck, taking a long draw before offering it to him.
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He huffs a laugh at the comparison to holochess, and wraps an arm around her as she leans down.
(And yeah, he's got a couple of ideas. No rush. There's plenty of time before they get to Bespin.)
Taking a good swig of the wine, he hums agreeably. It is good, better than he'd generally buy for himself. Pretty much a necessity, when you're choosing bribes.
He swallows, and then he kisses her, because the wine doesn't hold a candle when it comes down to it.