( Maybe it's the nature of the connecting bridge between them, but he doesn't feel laughed at despite the pointed tip of it directed right toward him. If anything, he senses the echo of his own uncertainty in the lingering beat between the change in her expression and the clap of her laughter - admittedly not a sound he's overly familiar with and definitely not enough to judge, but he relies on intuition to lead him here - and rather than recoiling, he leans into it, just once. )
You can't possibly be that cold. ( Suggestive? Maybe, but he's hardly an expert at this, and despite his pronouncements otherwise, he's still Han Solo's son, and anyone who knows that man knows that his ability to smoothly navigate a conversation is lacking. So it sounds more dubious, even as he maneuvers to lie on his side, propped up on one bent elbow. ) Where are you?
( The leading note in his tone is somehow different even to his own ears. Less command and more layered, genuine curiosity. Exploitation is less on his mind than is trial and error, since Felucia. )
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Date: 2020-11-27 07:08 am (UTC)You can't possibly be that cold. ( Suggestive? Maybe, but he's hardly an expert at this, and despite his pronouncements otherwise, he's still Han Solo's son, and anyone who knows that man knows that his ability to smoothly navigate a conversation is lacking. So it sounds more dubious, even as he maneuvers to lie on his side, propped up on one bent elbow. ) Where are you?
( The leading note in his tone is somehow different even to his own ears. Less command and more layered, genuine curiosity. Exploitation is less on his mind than is trial and error, since Felucia. )