The yelp, along with just how pathetic the guy looks once he's been knocked on his behind, makes Han feel kind of terrible for knocking him on his butt in the first place. It's not enough to stem the pure indignation he's feeling right now, but he does step out of the car and shut the door behind him.

Then Viserys opens his mouth and says words like you'll pay for that like someone Han knew once upon a time when he was younger and more naïve, and there goes any scraps of pity Han might've been able to scrounge up for him, floating away in the wind. He folds his arms across his chest and looks the guy dead in the eye.

"Yeah?" Two can play at that bluster game, buddy, and Han's been doing this for so long that it's easy to pull it back up, easy to be all bravado and swagger and outraged bluster. "Get in line, pal." The pal has a sardonic edge to it, spit out like venom.