If it had been touch or flirtation or challenge alone, Johte would have instantly rebuffed him, but some magical wit-addling combination of velvet-lipped smile and teasing laughter and challenging look had him on his feet in an instant, despite the sharp breath he'd sucked in when Procion's bare palm closed around the lightsaber's well worn grip.  The flare of tension that rose between them was different from the panicked desperation of fighting the rakghouls- different even from the usual furious clash of Jedi versus Sith.  Color had risen to Johte's tawny skin, his lips parted over lightly clenched teeth- and then he titled his head back and drew a deep breath, exhaling a long sigh.<br/><br/>"This is crazy," he said, before jabbing a finger at Procion.  "If you're baiting me, I'm not going to fall for it."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>