Aftermath of the Arena

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Her words elicited a bit of a snort, perhaps in amusement, perhaps not. But her kiss was met with one of his own. "At least ye can walk." He retorts in an amused drawl, smiling faintly at her back before she turned back towards him and it reset to stone.

A single brow rose faintly before she spoke.

And then one corner of his mouth lifted up. A smirk perhaps, or maybe just an amused half-smile. It was hard to tell given how dead his expression generally was.

Still, he responded with a nod of his head. "My offer still stands." He reminds. Judging by the flicker in her eyes, perhaps she'd not truly meant to say that. Or, more likely, she was anticipating another such rendezvous.

His experience with women told him the latter was vastly more likely to the point he put the first entirely out of mind.

With himself armored again, he hefted his helmet back into place. Once more, the visor settled on the orange alien. Without a word, he followed her out the door - but this time, he left the casino.

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"I waked away from you last time didn't I? You'll have to try harder than that.."

She teased. Of course as with last time it was more a matter of pride that had her walking easily than actual inclination. She was sore and expected that given any length of inactivity was going to be sorer yet. This was definitely a good excuse to indulge in an hour or so soaking in hot water. As if she needed one.

"I will remember it."

Perhaps his offer, perhaps not.

She opened the door and walked out, he followed, though they soon went their separate ways. She made it into the lift just in time to avoid scandalizing anyone. Would she call on him? Maybe. If she could come up with a very good reason. Want was not enough.
Still, she entered her suite and pulled the dress off, moving to begin cleaning herself. Still. He had surely not meant to, but he had put the scales out of balance again. Comfort was not expected from anyone, and whether or not he had also enjoyed it, he had comforted her, which put her in his debt. This would have to be rectified. At least since he did not know, he did not need to know when she righted the scales either. It could be done her own way.

Arrange for a sizable bet to be regularly lost to the arena. Not so much as to be immediately unreasonable. Not at even intervals, but roughly even. A different bettor each time. Credits that couldn't be traced back to the Ravens. Bettors hired through third parties. This way his little arena would not need to worry about going bankrupt. Perhaps he could even make something of it. And it would not be so hard to send someone in with a live-feed. Just occasionally, to check and make sure all was running as it should be.

Not that she cared of course, she hurried to reassure herself. She did not. He was just.. a potentially useful asset. That was all.

The Twi'lek was not protective, nor even particularly loyal. Where would she have learned such traits? But she was given to being.. territorial. She did not even particularly care if he was going back to a wife and children, she had interacted with him enough that he had tenuously been placed in the category of things and people which were hers, and she did not give them up easily. Besides, in some small corner of her mind he had come to be equated with a very peculiar brand of safety, and even if she would not allow herself that luxury, it was... comforting to know where safety was.