“Yeah?” Han says, flashing a somewhat contented smile at the Princess while her fingers explore his wavy hair. It’s definitely shaggier than what she would have been used to in high society, but it’s still a fashionable look among scoundrels. It’s a good look on him, besides. “I was kind of afraid of that.”

He was younger than the Han Solo she knew. It was probably a bit a stretch to assume the other guy was exactly like him, but older, but it might tell him something about the coming years. Rio, Val and Beckett had treated him like he was a short-sighted idealist and maybe that was because when you spent long enough as a smuggler it starts to change you. He could see how it might, having already run into the backstabbing and the lying that permeated the culture. It seems like a lot even to a kid that had been brought up committing petty crimes.

“I’d be glad to.” He murmurs, pressing a quick kiss against her hand before pulling her into his lap. Han didn’t position her so that she was straddling him, but rather had her position across his lap. She would have to half twist to face him, otherwise it was actually her right check (and shoulder and neck) that was facing him.

“Welcome to your first public display of affection, your highness.”

He smooshes a playful kiss into her check to punctuate the thought.