Han's hand is rough in hers. So much so that if you held them with your eyes closed you'd swear you'd have to be with someone far older than the Captain actually is. Those calloused mitts are distinctly his, though. And his fingers don't hesitate to tangle with hers.

"Then I'll remind you till you stop needed me to."

A challenge he's up for and a thought he punctuates with a kiss. He's pretty sure a kiss is going to help.