"It is, isn't it? But," she laughed faintly, and then leaned up, getting on her tiptoes and tugging on his hand, gesturing for him to come in for a kiss. "Ryloth would probably kill you. You get rain. Ryloth gets firestorms."

Hence all the living underground that they did.

"Nar Shaddaa, though... You might even enjoy some of the less Hutt-y things about Nar Shaddaa."

Or he might be horrified by it. Even odds.