<strong>Quen</strong><br/><br/>The Weequay master wasn't about to give up that easily.  He tapped the pad against his thigh.  "Fierash . . . you said you had a question, or something to ask," he intoned, "what was it?  This is rather borderline research, techniques designed to excite the passions and strong emotions.  I'd hate to think you were entering study of them lightly."<br/><br/>Admittedly, the wrinkled, rather unattractive Weequay weren't exactly the number one choice to go talk to about sex and love advice.  Some even wondered how they managed to reproduce in the first place.  This was never said to their faces, of course, unless the speaker wanted an extended stay in a bacta tank.