"And... you should know better than to try to be too nice in a duel..."
*As Han says this, he grabs her hand, sweep kicks her to the ground lightly, and then pins her down*

"See what can happen?" Han said, in almost an instructive tone, then backed off, to show he meant no harm.

"I thought we were sparing," Kat replied in an almost playfull tone as she sent a small forceblast at Han's feet to unbalance him again. She glanced down at him, "Or was I mistaken?"

*Han smiled.*

"Sparring we are, but a spar is much like a duel, with one notable exception. I am not trying to kill you."

Kat put her saber within inches of his neck, "Quite true. And if you were, you'd be dead by now."

*Han laughed.*

"I know that, my love. That is hy i am not trying to kill you. That and becuse i love you."


*Han smiled.*

"Now would yuou put your saber down?" Han smiled nervously.

Kat brought her saber slightly closer and smiled sweetly. She let out a small laugh and deactivated her saber, clipping it to her belt.

She offered her hand to help him up.

*Han took her hand, and graciously accepted the help. After he had stood, he turned inquisitively.*

"So, what do you want for dinner?"

Kat laughed and shook her head, "Havn't you figured out by now I'm not picky? Make whatever you want."

"Yes, my dear. Let's grab showers and get changed, then i'll start dinner. Ladies first, unless you'd rather do it together?"

*Han laughed, and dodged the pillow thrown at him*

"I was only kidding....sheesh..."

"You better be, Han Skywalker," Kat replied throwing another pillow at him. "You go first. You're cooking." She smiled slightly, grabbed a book, and started to read.