"What's at Yavin 4?" Han asked?

"I can't tell you," the Princess replied swiftly.

The pilot shrugged as he picked up his cup from the counter.

"Then I can't take you," he answered just as quickly.

"I'll make it worth your while," she promised urgently. "I have money. A lot of money. More money than you could ever imagine."

"Lotta good money will do me when your prince throws me in jail for kidnapping you."

"That won't happen," she assured him.

"Easy for you to say," Han said with a cynical laugh.

He paused and then asked a question that had nagged at his brain for the last few minutes.

"You don't love the Prince. Do you?"

"Of course not," she answered without reservation.

"So why are you marrying him?"

"Why do you want to know?" the Princess asked in puzzlement.

"Just curious," he said, waiting for an answer.

"I'm marrying him… for political reasons," she admitted.

"Uh huh."

"What? You didn't think princesses married for love. Did you?" The Princess' tone held more bitterness than she planned to show.

"That's what happens in fairy tales," Han answered easily. "The Princess gets swept off her feet by her true love and lives happily ever after."

"That's precisely why they are fairy tales," she answered, emphasizing the last word. "In the real world, most things that a princess does is for some political motive."

"Does that include why you want to head to Yavin 4?"

"Perhaps.

"Still not gonna tell me what's there?"

"No," the Princess answered firmly.

"Then I ain't taking you."

"Would it matter if you knew?" she asked irritably. "You strike me as someone motivated more by money than by a worthy cause."

"So it's a cause, huh?"

"Maybe."

"What cause?"

The princess studied him for several seconds, obviously trying to determine if she could trust him. Finally, she looked away. Her face showed wariness and distrust.

"Let me ask you something," Han asked, leaning toward her with a challenging look. "Does the prince's assistant know that you're here asking me to change the flight plan?"

"Of course not," she answered. Her mesmerizing eyes held a fierce warning.

"And what exactly would this assistant do if she knew you were planning to highjack this ship?"

"What can she do?" the princess answered with a smirk. "She answers to me."

"Uh huh," he replied in a measured tone. "Well, you're about to learn a hard lesson. You see, pretty women like you are used to getting your way all the time. It takes a real man to stand up to you."

With that final declaration, the pilot gestured to himself smugly.

The Princess' pretty brown eyes widened. She considered his words carefully before throwing him a coquettish look.

"You think pretty?" she asked with a sweet smile.

"Sure," Han answered easily. "Just because I'm immune to your Princess charms doesn't make me blind."

"You're also a bad flirt," he added with an entertained shake of his head.

"Please. I don't need flirting lessons from a smuggler," she replied icily.

"Too bad," Han answered with a wink as he turned to walk back to the cockpit. "There's a lot I could teach you."

"What will it take to convince you to change the route?" the princess called out urgently.

Han spun around and placed his hands on his hips.

"For starters, you can tell me what's on Yavin 4," he countered.

"I have… contacts there," she answered.

"What kind of contacts?"

The princess blew out a breath full of impatience.

"I have Rebel contacts there," she finally admitted, bracing herself for the captain's reaction.