Kameron was just lounging in his quarters, flipping through something on a datapad, when Jiljoo tapped on the door. “Come on in,” he called, sitting up on the large, rather opulent bed. The furniture wasn’t anything of his choosing, but rather something left over from the ship’s previous owner.<br/><br/>When Jiljoo entered, Kam motioned for her to sit on the bed with him, scooting to the edge of it to listen to the lovely Twi’lek. His brow furrowed as she spoke, and he gently place a hand on her thigh. “You don’t have to thank me, Jilj,” he said quietly. “I hate slavery as much as anybody in their right mind should.” He couldn’t help but sigh as she said that he’d need to play a slave owner to fool their Hutt target. “You know that’s gonna be hard for me. I... I don’t think I’d be a very good master.”