"I could have married a nice, quiet duchess who liked whisperkits and sewing and cooked fantastic meals. But instead I married a woman who's almost my height, can take out an entire fleet of capital ships in a single X-Wing, and doesn't cook. Or make caf that's actually fit for consumption."

Here, he leans forward, and drops a quick kiss to her cheek.

"Fortunately she's also unbelievably gorgeous, and happens to be the love of my life."

He's said it before. He's said it with regret, like maybe once upon a time his future included some nameless silent woman and a marriage based on politics. This time, he says it cheerfully, knowing that after all, he got the best end of the deal.

By far.