Just as playfully as before, she smacks him again, sitting beside him as best she can on the cramped cot.

"Don't call me that. I'm not a princess anymore." Unhooking her lightsaber from her hip, she looms over him, dangling the pummel from her fingers. "Or do you need a reminder?"

As for who said something even remotely on the subject of her marrying him— "It's not important."