Dante paused mid stride, attention turning to the familiar voice of Natasi Fortan. "Minister Calgar, would you hang back a few minutes?" A silent nod was aimed in response as he suppressed a smirk at her quick quip towards Camille Temple. Dante Calgar had clawed his way up the chain, long nights and uncomfortable conversations driving him further upward and eventually into the Grand Moff's good graces. At least, that's how it appeared. Appointed Minister of Security by Sieger Ren himself, the bond had taken time to grow between he and the Grand Moff. Perhaps she had viewed him as a threat, an indication of the Supreme Leader's doubt in her ability to get the job done - and maybe it was. At first. Now the two worked in tandem, often able to anticipate each other's moves. This time however, had he not been such a proficient actor, might have stared blankly at the woman. Nine times out of ten a memo would have sufficed, but an invitation to stay behind. *What is she cooking up now?* he wondered.
"After you, your excellency." He motioned towards the door. Staying close on her heels, Dante scanned their surroundings as they passed through. Familiar faces greeted him with every desk they passed, though not by acquaintance. The minister had gone through each and every one of their personnel files at one point or another - when it had seemed as if the two would be enemies rather than cohorts. Today was a different day however, as they entered the Grand Moff's Study he veiled a curious expression. The design was rather... antiquated. Not that there was anything wrong with that but it spoke to Natasi's nostalgia, or perhaps a touch of Galidraan of her youth. The pair of chairs settled before an active fireplace sold the facade, had Dante ever been to Galidraan he might have thought they'd been transported across the galaxy in a matter of seconds. "Certainly." he replied in the affirmative, softly stepping across the wooden floor towards one of the chairs.
The leather was comfortable, no doubt of the finest quality. For a moment Calgar felt incomplete without a smoking jacket and a cigar in hand but the thought was brushed aside as the Moff inquired as to his thoughts. The question she posed was a difficult one, one he'd understood very little of if truth was to be told - and yet, he hadn't been paid to have an opinion, merely to carry out the duties of his station forcefully and effectively. He had done so to date. To be questioned by the Grand Moff of all people sent a twinge of suspicion down his spine. "That, your excellency, is a complex question. Are you sure you wanna hear the answer?" For a split second the posh Imperial accent disappeared, hinting at an Outer Rim drawl. By far it wasn't the first time Dante had been genuine with the Grand Moff but perhaps the first time he'd begun to truly let down his guard. As a man of his nature it was almost a shock, even to him. He took a breath before resting into the back of the chair, crossing his legs. Looking towards the Grand Moff, he made a subtle motion with his hand, silently questioning the security of the room. Eyes traced along the ceiling, finger pointing at his ear as he did so. If there were bugs in here, they weren't the Security Bureau's. Dante had a brass streak but even he wasn't bold enough to cross that line.
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