Titus shrugged and smirked. "Hey, when they get a bit too physical with the bartender, they deserve what they get," he said remembering last night. Sometimes he forgets his own strength... Titus picked up the glass after she handed it to him. "Thank you," he said and took a sip. "Ah! The brandy is better today. It actually tastes like brandy," he said and threw down some extra credits. She deserved them for putting up with his teasing. When she started blushing and asking about Twi'leks, he just chuckled. "Well, not every Twi'lek, but the ones almost as beautiful as you yes,". As he finished his sentence, a drunken human wandered up and sat next to Titus. He reeked of alcohol. Titus looked him over and saw he was a republic soldier. The solider looked back.<br/><br/>"What are you looking at Imp?" he slurred. Imp. Titus hadn't been called that since the civil war.<br/><br/>"Just admiring your rank, sir," he said and then looked back at Diana and rolled his eyes. Thankfuly, the soldier was drunk enough to not take that as an insult, but instead focused on Diana.<br/><br/>"Hey baby, wh-why don't you....pour me a drink of the strongest stuff ya got!" he said and attempted to lean over to smack her ass. Titus grabbed him from the collar and sat him down.<br/><br/>"Woah, easy there. Don't want to hurt yourself do you?" he said. the soldier did not take that as a reference to what Titus would do if he touched Diana.<br/><br/>"Thanks buddy! Now, where's my drink!" he demanded.