What had started as just a sliver of white between Procion's lips - full, soft, by far the most feminine feature in an otherwise sharp and angular face - grew into a broad, impish grin. Instead of trying to conceal the shiver that voice gave him, the Sith played it up, taunting Johte with exaggerated motions and blatant, mischievous mannerisms that went well beyond what one could call "coy." It was as if he'd seen a spark and chosen to fan it.<br/><br/>"My, you're having urges now? What sort of a Jedi<i>are</i>you, I wonder?" he mused, with laughter bubbling just beneath the surface. Red eyes locked with Johte's cybernetic lenses, he stood up from his crouching position, and with one sharp, intentionally dramatic motion, snatched the man's lightsaber from the air and ignited the blade. It quite obviously did<i>not</i>burn his hand, despite the fact that it was bare, and he swung it in a slow arc, testing the unfamiliar weapon. His grin never faded.<br/><br/>"Bring it, if you dare. But be advised, I won't refrain from electrocuting your ass if that's what it comes to."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>