"Nice hair." The dupe frowned a little, though. He didn't quite get what she was talking about. Not being born in a galaxy far, far away meant being confused by space-talk sometimes. "What's a montral?"
"Oh God," he said, suddenly passionate, "I know. Have you seen my thighs? And my abs could use a lot of work." He brought a hand to his stomach. "You can never be too fit."