As Johte stood, so did Procion, springing to his feet with swiftness and acuity that belied his seeming casual calm. He'd never let his guard down, even in teasing the Jedi, and now they were matched for pose; feet slightly parted, backs straight, shoulders squared and sabers at the ready. Just one push of a button...<br/><br/>" 'I thought you were different'," the pureblood parroted back in a mockery of Johte's accusation, managing to make his voice sound like a whiny twelve-year-old.<br/><br/>" 'Oh, I met this Sith in the rakghoul caves and we saved each other's lives, what a cliché.'<br/>'I really, really wanna challenge him and see what he's made of... Oh, he said yes?! I better back down like the chicken I am!'<br/>'What, sex? But that's naughty naughty and I really want it and it's his fault for being such a slut!' "<br/><br/>The golden lightsaber came to life once more, and in the blade's soft glow, Procion fixed his opponent with a glare, frowning. There was nothing coy remaining in his expression. Shifting his feet slightly, slowly, the Sith settled into an Offensive Neutral stance, pointing the blade at the Jedi; his voice, when he spoke again, was once more his own. "We had a truce, and I was willing to trust it. I could say all kinds of things about irony here, but if you have to deny yourself what you want, and in the process do worse..." He let the words trail off.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>