"I'm giving you a head start."

A gruff voice comes from behind Din's beskar, his modulator making it sound all too emotionless.

"You run," full stop, before adding, "I chase. Got it?"

Before you can even respond, a leather clad hand pushes you roughly by your upper lobe, close to your sternum, effectively knocking you back. "Don't let me catch you."

It was all too tempting to just let him catch you, however, and he seemed to know as much. He can just tell. He can tell you take enjoyment in this— and he'd be lying if he said he didn't, too.