For The Passionate Only [EA7, The Bitch]

[Moyr Ahaya]

"He better be. I won't suffer an apprentice without both talent and determination." Her voice rang with the faintest amusement as her lekku twisted outward from their midsections. She clinked his glass in a silent toast, then lifted her mask a bit to take a sip.

[Durasay Mixo]

Clinking his glass, he watched as she lifted her mask again. There was the briefest moment of desire, longer than a moment, but Durasay held to it.

Watching her lips drink, he followed suit, savoring the Corellian whiskey. And then there was the way her lekku moved.

This was a woman who knew how to use every advantage she had. "Well, I'm sure you'll have an eye for that. And he'll prove himself that, fully."

[Moyr Ahaya]

She extended the moment by slowly draining out the whiskey by a narrow streak. He could feel that her attention was fully on him, though the colour of its intensity remained disguised by the red lacquered mask from a savage world. In the end, she corroborated the experience. "I'll be paying close attention." She pulled the mask down and her lips disappeared underneath, then put the glass down, shifting body weight from one hip to the other. "Have you found the answers you came for, Durasay?"

[Durasay Mixo]

"And more, Lady Sith. Questions I didn't know I had, and a few answers I didn't know I needed." He wanted to feel those nails again, to...

He needed to clear his head. She had incited that drive. Proved she was in control of the situation.

"You've been a benevolent host, and an enlightening teacher. I won't let you down." Setting the glass down, he allowed his grin to be wicked.

[Moyr Ahaya]

"See that you won't." She straightened her cloak by tossing its flap aside, revealing a part of her silhouette right as she was turning away. "I think we can continue meeting for our conversations. I'll be glad for the next opportunity to hear about your accomplishments, discoveries and puzzles." He could swear she traced his grin in the peripheral, though the slits in her mask were narrow.

[Durasay Mixo]

"As soon as I have any developments, I'll get in contact with you." Eyes tracing her turn as she straightened her cloak.

"I won't take up any more of your time, Lady Sith. I'll be in... touch." Bowing his head, he made his way to leave.

[Moyr Ahaya]

"Good hunting." She said on a lighter note, walking with him toward the hold, and then lowering the ramp.

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