[Oh. Oh. His high spirits don't flag at all-- because in spite of the awkwardness he's still really pleased about the readiness with which she laid those cards on the table-- but this is obviously the point where he makes his own gesture. it's not a lack of willingness-- he'd like to think he's already made the point, which is the problem. They can't exactly mention how long he's been waiting, or his attempt to be self-sacrificing on Bespin.]
if I didn't take this seriously I wouldn't be here, your Highnesses.
[Or should that be Majesties? He has no idea, but it feels like splitting hairs under the circumstances. Also, he doesn't give a damn what any of them think about him except for Leia. He'd rather not make a terrible impression, but mainly for her sake.]
He hasn't said it back, he knows. It just hasn't felt like the right time. Somehow it still doesn't; he doesn't want it to sound like an obligation, a formality.]
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if I didn't take this seriously I wouldn't be here, your Highnesses.
[Or should that be Majesties? He has no idea, but it feels like splitting hairs under the circumstances. Also, he doesn't give a damn what any of them think about him except for Leia. He'd rather not make a terrible impression, but mainly for her sake.]
He hasn't said it back, he knows. It just hasn't felt like the right time. Somehow it still doesn't; he doesn't want it to sound like an obligation, a formality.]