the night watch by rembrandt

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?" "Afraid?" She returned his direct gaze. "Of getting my hand dirty." "That's why you're trembling?" he asked. He could see that she was affectedby his closeness and by his touch, and her expression softened. Whereupon hereached out and took her other hand. "I think you like me because I'm a scoundrel," he said. "I think you haven'thad enough scoundrels in your life." As he spoke he slowly drew her near. Leia didn't resist his gentle pull. Now, as she looked at him, she thought he hadnever seemed more handsome, but she was still the princess. "I happen to like nicemen," she chided in a whisper. "And I'm not nice?" Han asked, teasing.