He is a study of paradoxes in some ways. Virtually everyone he meets he's trying to convince that he doesn't care about much of anything and yet, if you manage to get through all of his defenses and work your way close to his heart ... he'll worry endlessly.

Loved ones. A rare and precious commodity in the life of Han Solo.

And he certainly does worry about the things he says and does around the May Queen. On some level, he knows that he is his own worst enemy when it comes to keeping people close. His head and his heart often feel like opposing forces. All he knows is that he wants to impress her. Wants to give her reasons to want to come back to him. If he can keep doing that, some of this is bound to go right. It has to.

On the subject of seats, Han is definitely used to having his back to the wall. It's a hell of a place to be sometimes, but it at least puts everyone in front of you - that much he likes about the position. Whether he goes to that place because he likes it or because it's familiar, even he's not really sure.

Her picking his lap, of all places, is met with a flicker of surprise - but it's very quickly replaced by a roguish smile. It wouldn't have been his idea to put her there. The scoundrel in him loves the idea, though.

"Oh, I see you've found the best seat in the house." He murmurs. "Make yourself comfy."