He just smiled back for a long moment, no blushing or any hint of embarrassment or guilt. Just contentment. There'd be whistles and comments from the other pilots and his own troops, and that's fine. They'd be no investigations, no demands from up top it stop or it would be taken care of. If his old squadmates in the Order had any idea what the galaxy was like, outside of that horrific mindset...

He sipped his tea and relaxed in his chair.

"I want it."