She is fun to him. He's trying to be concious of the fact that she's a woman of importance and keeping that in mind, he shouldn't smother her. One man shouldn't take up too much of spring's time. A part of him kinda wants to, though.

At this point, Han is also starting to get a little bit cold, but in a way that's not interrupting his fun. He's aware of it and if she wasn't making him so ... well, happy really ... he'd be a lot more perturbed by it. The Falcon's not too far from here, though. Just where he can begin to see it's distinctive curves in the distance.

"You haven't been in a huge gathering of Corellian men before." He says with a bit of a smirk. "I'm what passes for good behavior among my people. Trust me. You'd get attention."

He jests, sort of. Not every man where he's from is a scoundrel, but when an entire planet's gender has a kind of reputation, there's often something to it.

"My favorite part? The bonfires are nice. The food and drink is among the best you'll ever have. I dunno, it might sound kind of ... sentimental, but it's good the way it brings people together. Like for that week it doesn't matter what continent you came from or who your family is."