Reasonable. That was a word which could fit the description. Where he had the option to just take, he used a different approach. It was a game of cat and mouse. For a split second he had wondered if he should just leash her on a shock collar and train her to submit. But that would never do. He had just a few days without the restraints of his command, just a couple of days to enjoy himself, then he’d be back in his official role. He couldn’t bring a slave to the decks of the<i>Valorous</i>. His crew would begrudge him and they would want to free such a delicious creature, especially because she looked human. Even with her glow…<br/><br/>He had heard of commanders in the Imperial fleet who used their own quarters to house slaves… but he couldn’t. There was too much at stake. His most important job was keeping the sector he was appointed to safely under Imperial control. Any indulgence that would hamper that effort was out of the question. He did imagine though, how it would be to have this female close at all times.<br/><br/>The reverie was interrupted by her. No acknowledgment that she had stolen the Skipper. That the owner of the sleek vessel might demand reparations from her apparently former boss.<i>I’ll walk with you when I know I’m not walking into a trap</i>. Said even though she was already moving to her full height, an action which showed she would comply. The man before her still had his hand raised in invitation. He was deliberately waiting with his response. He kept his eyes locked with her gaze when his voice spoke. Softly, calmly. “If I wanted to trap you, you would already be stunned on the floor.” A slight tilt of his head towards the droids behind him. He wouldn’t have done it himself either. “And for now, may I remind you, you are the one who is armed?”. It was clear that he had no concealed weapons. The outfit was made to impress. Showing, though it wasn’t too tight, that he had a chiseled physique. The male counterpart of such a curvy female.<br/><br/>She might see him as a still. Might be wondering where the hell he was from and what his position was. She seemed to decide then. Pushing that blaster into her belt. The only garment which accentuated her perfection. The glow increased for a second, before it was gone again. It intrigued him. But also a reminder that he had to watch this one. She might have more powers than just serving as a flashlight. For a split second it made him wonder if he should be armed or if it wasn’t the slavery for which he should have her collared and stunned, but these probable powers. But no. No reward without risk. And she might be a reward indeed. Also, his second in command would keep the sector safe. Perhaps with less talent than he had, but the Empire wouldn’t die in this corner of space. He had made sure of that.<br/><br/>For picking up her cat, she had to turn away from him and bend forward. Her turn gave him the opportunity to study her further. That overall tightened slightly as she would bend forward. Fuck… what an ass. He could sense a sudden pulse deep within his loins. To get his tongue between those cheeks... to prep it for cock... slap it... bite it... see it recoil from his harsh thrusts... His body was already preparing for something else than flight or fight.<br/><br/>Perhaps the sudden throbbing between his legs was also because of the sudden realisation of the risk he had taken. She had held the blaster and with it the opportunity to shoot point blank. Now that she had holstered it... it was more relaxed. And that round rear... Goddamn... he could imagine how it would be to land a rough slap in the middle of their fuck. Make it jiggle...<br/><br/>As she gave him a stare, she might have caught his look. But he had been quick to catch her gaze again. She was studying him again, within these few minutes where they had spoken a whole load of information had been gathered by both. Not because of the few words exchanged, it were the facial expressions, body language, clothes and even surroundings which mattered.<br/><br/>She started throwing questions in his direction then. Apparently resigned to the fate that she needed to remain here for a while. But his answers came right away, without any hesitation. And to the point. “I’ll take you on a tour of the ship, as these” another gesture at the bots “search yours.”. Her next question was nearly a demand. The two quick questions were as if she was working her way up to a heightened state of emotion. “The parts are not the problem. The repairs might take two days. We will get an assessment of the repair droids after they’ve made it..." a short pause "We will get that assessment together.” The next line nearly an afterthought as he committed himself. He wouldn’t hold back information. “Your vessel will probably be in a better condition when finished than when you came in. I’m sure you have some additional wishes to add as well.”. The only thing he would do, would be to place a tracker in the ship. He was certain they could do it in such a way that she’d never find it. He would want to find her again.<br/><br/>And there she suddenly seemed to deflate again. His hand was still raised, palm to the ceiling. To hand her down the ramp. But the gesture changed now, his palm tilted, so he held out his hand for her to shake. “I’m Jack. Though I regret you’ve landed here against your will, I hope to make your stay a pleasant one.”. As if he was welcoming her to a tourist destination. “I imagine you are some sort of engineer?” as his eyes ran down her body again. Though with the cat blockage there wasn’t much on display. The look was more to emphasize her state of dress. “So a tour might interest you?”.<br/><br/>He didn’t say she wasn’t a prisoner. Didn’t tell her she would have to stay or if she could go after the repairs. She would be allowed to supervise the repairs of her vessel. But taking her away from the hangar didn’t seem optional. Perhaps he should offer her to change her clothes, but that would be pushing it.