Leia edged closer. "Please?"
"Nope, had your chance," Han said firmly.
"Don't make me beg."
"I asked you nicely earlier," he reminded. "You said no. You passed up a golden opportunity."
"I didn't want it then," she pouted. "I want it now."
"Plenty of other places you can find it, Sweetheart, even at this time of night."
"But you already have what I want, right here," Leia purred. Teasing fingers traced patterns on his thigh. "I'll make it worth your while."
"Fine," he huffed. Reluctantly, Han surrendered the last bowl of ice cream into her waiting hands.
"Let's talk terms."
