Assir'kai's enjoyment of the Twi'lek's nubile form in the implied erotic gyrations is somewhat curtailed by the approach of an underling.<br/><br/>"I beg your pardon, Lordship, but there is an incident which may require your particular expertise.  You are summoned to attend to your duties."  The minion glances at the dancer, manages not to smile with appreciation.  "We captured a spy."<br/><br/>+++<br/><br/>Taalan smiles pleasantly and gestures at the milling crowd below.<br/><br/>"Do you enjoy watching them shuffle about like this, the factions forming and reforming in an intricate dance of suspicion and self-interest?  I find it fascinating, myself.  All the little cogs and gears assembling themselves according to a blueprint that rewrites itself according to circumstance...utterly fascinating."<br/><br/>+++<br/><br/>"Yes, I wanted to speak with you," the woman says, tossing her head proudly.  "Let us set aside the customary offer to change sides and the usual jousting over who works for whom.  You are of course aware of the upcoming nuptials and the impact that these will have for the Massar.  You must then know that the response is of interest to many parties: what the Massar will do, how the Massar will respond...these things.  That is the nature of the game."<br/><br/>She smiles coldly.<br/><br/>"Consider my presence an open declaration of that interest."