The Sith did not return the smile, but his slight frown was a thoughtful one, not disapproving. Eventually, he nodded. "Truce, for now." With some effort, he stood up from the boulder where he'd been seated, and rolled his shoulders, stretching his long limbs and letting the Jedi wait. As if an afterthought, he glanced down at the offered hand, and finally grasped it with his own; his touch was a soft and delicate one, certainly not one used to physical labour.<br/><br/>"...Procion Cortenay. Let's do away with titles for this little excursion, shall we?"<br/><br/>For the first time, the Sith actually cracked a smile of his own, though with one of his species, it was hard to tell where the line between friendly and smug ran.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>