"Do you really want to see it?"<br/><br/>Some of the tension bled from his body and he no longer resembled a predator ready to spring, though his expression remained damnably difficult to read without eyes to project his underlying emotional state.  His aura was alert, but still relatively calm.  Shifting his position, Johte turned to face Procion more directly, plucking his lightsaber from his belt with his left hand, holding out his right.<br/><br/>"Trade," he said.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>