"I don't know.  Maybe."<br/><br/>Johte moved closer to begin his own examination of the wall, infuriatingly close, pulling off his gloves and tucking them into his belt to run bare fingers across the cool stone.  The untidy mop of his hair gave him the sort of rough, uncouth appearance that Sith, with all their insistence on blood purity and Sith supremacy and noble houses tended to avoid; still there was some boyish charm to it, and the sort of visceral appeal that would arise from imagining tangling one's fingers in those untidy locks.  It was hard to discern the shape of the body beneath robes and armor, far easier to focus on what could be seen; his tawny skin, his full-lipped mouth, his obnoxiously appealing hair.<br/><br/>Curling his hands into fists, Johte placed his knuckles against the wall and<i>pushed</i>, a ripple of tension passing both through his body and through the Force as he tested the strength of the wall.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>