[The motion of Leia's arms draws IV's attention. He freezes, neck tensing in its craned position, when he notices the change – that Leia has taken off her vest to reveal her very wet, rather transparent shirt. His gaze drops by a foot and he sees a faint tinge of pink.
Somehow, he still manages to register Leia's words and hums in agreement, though the sound stutters. He tips his head enough to focus on Leia's chin instead. It's not that he's flustered, but more taken aback by seeing something he wasn't expecting.]
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Somehow, he still manages to register Leia's words and hums in agreement, though the sound stutters. He tips his head enough to focus on Leia's chin instead. It's not that he's flustered, but more taken aback by seeing something he wasn't expecting.]
. . . And you're going like that?