He seemed unable to answer for a moment, his dark brows lofting, lips parting as his jaw went slack.  And then his brows drew together, a deep crease appearing between them in an expression of confusion before he began to draw back, one hand snapping up, moving to swat Procion's hand away.<br/><br/>"Is this how you operate?" he replied, his tone hard and prickling with irritation.  Drawing himself to his full height, he settled Procion's lightsaber in his palm with his thumb poised over the switch, but didn't yet activate it, his expression growing hard as stone despite his lingering blush.  "I give you what you want or- or you're just going to take it?  I thought we had a truce."<br/><br/>In a quieter, less strident tone he added, "I thought you were different."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>