Samson And Delilah

You make things difficult sometimes," Leia said as she shyly glanced at him. He had to agree. "I do, I really do." But he added, "You could be a little nicer,too. Come on, admit it, sometimes you think I'm all right." She let go of the lever and rubbed her sore hand. "Sometimes," she said with alittle smile, "maybe…occasionally, when you aren't acting the scoundrel." "Scoundrel?" he laughed, finding her choice of words endearing. "I like thesound of that." Without another word, he reached for Leia's hand and began to massage it. "Stop it," Leia protested. Han continued to hold her hand. "Stop what?" he asked softly. Leia felt flustered, confused, embarrassed—a hundred things in that moment.But her sense of dignity prevailed. "Stop that!" she said regally. "My hands aredirty." Han smiled at her feeble excuse, but held on to her hand and looked right intoher eyes. "My hands are dirty, too. What are you afraid of?"