"Lord Prazutis," as the Darth would reach out towards the scoundrel through the Force, the gravelly voice of Lykos would speak up once more, even if he did not care as to whether or not the mali'kep that was trying to match his betters would end up pinned against the wall, "perhaps if our goal is to say beneath notice, such displays should be curtailed, no? Surely you, in your experience, do understand what operating without notice is." The Iridonian's tone would stay flat and emotionless as he spoke up from the fringes, cloak rustling slightly around his form as he shifted slightly. As his silence would return, his cloaked head would slowly shift to stare directly at the mali'kep's form, a snarl growing across his lips and exposing pointed and blood-stained teeth beneath. As he continued to stare, the scoundrel would hear a growling voice within his mind. 'As for you, child, bite your tongue and maintain you silence in the presence of those above you unless addressed, most definitely if you simply choose to try and posture to a greater hierarchy. Lest you choose, instead, to loose it.'
As the apprentice of Darth Vitium would approach the pinned man, her words loud in the silence and her hunger plain to see within the Force, the snarl that pulled at his lips would settle into a smirk. Even as he was tempted to speak towards the acolyte, he made no motion to extend his mind towards her as he had done so to the pinned man. For, she was the Acolyte of Darth Vitium and whatever words he could seek to speak with her would result in overstepping his bounds, so, instead, he would leave whatever words that were to be spoken to Darth Vitium or one of the other Darths instead.
Watching for a few seconds longer, he would soon lose interest in the debacle, now that he had no need to involve himself, the Zabrak would cross the floor on silent feet, bared soles picking their way around stains and spills, as he would eventually settle in a seat instead of standing as he had been. Leaning back, the blade within his cybernetic left arm would slide forwards with a little noise before he would follow the example lay down by the Cathar and begin to slowly and steadily re-sharpen his claws, it had been a while since he had last done so after all.
Once more, the Assassin would allow himself to drift into the background and simply observe, he had spoken, he had acted and now he would wait to be addressed. Such was his way whenever the chance to gather with other Sith Lords as he saw no need to grandstand nor fight for dominance and recognition, not when he was satisfied with letting the Shadows embrace him.
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