Han just laughs and settles back on the cot, resting on his elbow as he looks up at her.

In some other time with some other version of events about to transpire there might be princes and kings chasing her down, but if she wants him, wants him, then Han figures he's already got the winning sabaac hand. He's just got to wait for all the other players to fold.

"Anything you say, highness-ness."

Except, wait... "Who else started that? Luke?"