Han makes a face at the male Natasha. No, he hasn't noticed her tiring out on him before, but the stakes of pulling a fast one on him were never so high. Nor was she spending the kind of mental energy that it was going to take for her to 'act male' - which he can only assume is kind of exhausting when you're not used to being one.
"It ain't the same thing, sweeth ..." He frowns. Stopping himself from finishing the term of endearment. It just doesn't feel right for him to be saying right now, considering. "... Natasha."
Han waves a hand, as if it might smooth away the sudden awkwardness, and continues.
"So you're just gonna lay on the charm during some random meeting."
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on 2017-07-20 08:40 pm (UTC)"It ain't the same thing, sweeth ..." He frowns. Stopping himself from finishing the term of endearment. It just doesn't feel right for him to be saying right now, considering. "... Natasha."
Han waves a hand, as if it might smooth away the sudden awkwardness, and continues.
"So you're just gonna lay on the charm during some random meeting."