It's been a long time since he's been in a mansion. The chance to walk around and explore one was too much fun to pass up. Someone who lives out of a freighter appreciates this kind of space more the average person. Han does, anyway. He spent half the time trying to imagine lording over a place like this and the other half trying to decide - if he was inclined - how to steal from it.

(Fill of the garden. Solo had established pretty early on that her ladyship is more than just the season. More than simply the young woman she appears to be as well.)

They attract like opposites in many instances. Dark and brooding isn't usually his aim, but he's more closely aligned that side of the spectrum than he is with brightness and hopefulness. Her smile must be at least somewhat contagious. He's always happy to see her.

"I don't think I've seen you in white before." He murmurs, there's no hesitation to take her into an embrace when she gets near. "You look radiant."