[Han just stands in the midst of Leia's kitchen, caught off-guard and with his figurative pants down for a moment. But he's an adaptable man who's good at rolling with the punches, so after a moment he gets back to moving around, grabbing a mug and looking for some sugar. Maybe a bag of marshmallows, though he doubts that he'll find one.

He may also be blushing too, a little bit, as he says:] I could help. With the more personal sleeping aids, I mean. [A shrug. He's still got his back to her, so if she reacts badly he'll deflect and call it a joking suggestion. He is not joking.] We could both help each other out, see if we can't get a full night's sleep.

[In the same bed. After certain activities.

...Han's way too rusty at this propositioning thing. Months in this place will do that.]