Aeris couldn't blame these people for hating the Sith. She wasn't fond of them, either. It was certainly not expected that Sith love Sith. Love was a foreign concept to most. Destruction, domination, power, passion, those were what dominated the Sith and the Empire they ruled. Love and kindness had no place among them. It was true that there were Sith who were not evil or pointlessly cruel, who had purpose, their own code, some sense of morality or at least lines that they would not cross. She was among those ranks, and even now there were a handful of others, but they were not the mainstay. Having been a slave of the Empire and having faced their discrimination against her for such, she had no love for them. She could only imagine the hatred or dislike someone with a stronger sense of justice and morality than her own may feel. She only hoped that when the time came that her identity was revealed, she would be judged not on the actions of her associates, but her own.<br/><br/>She listened with interest as he explained where he had come from and the training he had undergone with the Jedi. She quirked a brow when he mentioned experimenting with controversial techniques. She wanted to ask what kind of controversial things a Prince such as himself would dabble in, but opted to hold her question until he finished. He explained that he had been the apprentice of the previous Knight-Commander's right hand and how they both perished during a conflict with the Sith Order of the Rose. She certainly had never heard of that order.<br/><br/>Actually, nearly everything he had told her pointed to the idea of him coming from another time rather than another place. There was not and had never been such an Order, to her knowledge, and given the technology and knowledge he possessed, she guessed that they had somehow fallen back in time, rather than jumped forward. How, she could not explain, although there were a few options she could not dismiss. How was not so important just yet, however.<br/><br/>As Sei spoke up again, he had a somewhat smug look on his face, suggesting that she should be asking when he came from. She glanced up at the woman who placed drinks before them, giving a grateful smile before returning her attention to him, "Who's to say that isn't what I'm asking, darling?" she asked innocently, tilting her head a bit and observing him. "Where is not necessarily limited to space, although, admittedly, that is generally how it is used," she conceded, sipping on the beverage. "You're from the future, I gather. But given that I cannot possibly have a point of reference for such, I have no idea how far. I would say quite some time, given the apparent technological advances and how much it seems that the Galaxy has changed, but that's essentially conjecture," she was thinking out loud now, swirling the liquid in the glass and staring down into it.<br/><br/>She was thankful that her flirty demeanor didn't appear to bother him. He wasn't exactly reciprocating, but then again, there was always the possibility that he was holding back due to the potential for on-lookers. That was nothing more than a passing speculation, though, as she had no way of knowing what his typical behavior was, or what he might normally be like with a woman such as herself. She had the smallest hopes of finding out, but whether she would admit that or not was yet to be seen. For her own part, though, her behavior was true to her personality, although she, admittedly, did not often flirt quite so much, but that was likely due to the specimens she usually had to work with more than anything on her own part.<br/><br/>She looked back up from the swirling beverage when he asked how many years had passed since the Treaty of Coruscant. "Twenty-three," she answered, this time in a more matter-of-fact manner, although her voice still held a more casual and light tone. The Treaty had happened when she was still an baby, so she really didn't remember the early days of the Cold War very well, and she'd tried to forget everything that had come afterwards. On that note she took another sip of the liquid and sighed lightly, "I'm going to need something a little stronger," she was mostly joking, and the light smile that reappeared on her face gave away as much. "Does that give you some idea of where, or rather, when, you ended up?" She asked, gathering that this had been the reason for his question.<br/><br/>"So, now my question. Since you now know where or when you are, how many years in the future did you come from?" she asked curiously, taking another slow sip of the liquid. She had to admit, the drink had a very pleasant flavor to it. It was probably for the best that it wasn't stronger. She had a very high tolerance for alcohol, but she could definitely see herself losing track of just how many drinks she'd had if she were sipping on these.