[Despite Leia's flustered display, IV's lips curl into a faint smirk. "But," says the diffident part of her.]

I don't befriend just anybody. My friends are people who've done more for me than others. Everyone else I've met in the colony is an acquaintance, but you're special.

[That alone is enough for him to be confident in his claim. There are many more things he can say about Leia, but he won't. There's a limit to how cheesy he can be aloud, so he finds the comfortable alternative with a glint in his eyes.]

. . . I'm a fan. Are you mine?