Han nodded his head once, then twice. Then he flashed a cocky, dismissive grin.
"Right. You? My kid? Listen, you've got the cockiness down pat, but you're missing a certain, how should I call it, youthful zest? Yeah, you're too old to be my kid. So until you can provide something a bit more convincing than a blank statement, you're barking up the wrong tree."
Han moved his hand to the remote control that would allow him to engage the antipersonnel blaster at will. He really didn't want things to get messy until he was certain of where he stood.