Alric Kuhn
Handsome K'lor'slug
“Madman?” Alric said blinking in surprise, as if he had not expected the title. “Who? Clearly they haven't ever met me. I'm as sane as can be.”
He spoke almost absently, as if they weren't actually engaged in conversation but instead light pillow talk. Like a lover walking to the bathroom to clear the sweat from their body. His wanderings took him over to the concessions table where he inelegantly picked up small bits of food with his fingers and placed them in his mouth, chewing thoroughly each time before selecting another.
“As for the tongue wagging, well, I suppose that has some sort of credence.” He glossed over the comment about Mr. Lee, but only because he thought of it as unimportant.
He knew that ATC and Blas-Tech had once been business partners in the form of the Tion Hegemony, but he doubted the relationship went any farther than that. He reminded himself to have Xo look into that, perhaps she could do a little digging.
“What am I?” He answered as he placed a small bit of seared Bantha steak in his mouth. “That's an odd question, Danger.”
He very pointedly used her first name, again sticking to the stratagem of having no manners to speak of. “Not generally something that strangers ask each other is it?”
He spoke almost absently, as if they weren't actually engaged in conversation but instead light pillow talk. Like a lover walking to the bathroom to clear the sweat from their body. His wanderings took him over to the concessions table where he inelegantly picked up small bits of food with his fingers and placed them in his mouth, chewing thoroughly each time before selecting another.
“As for the tongue wagging, well, I suppose that has some sort of credence.” He glossed over the comment about Mr. Lee, but only because he thought of it as unimportant.
He knew that ATC and Blas-Tech had once been business partners in the form of the Tion Hegemony, but he doubted the relationship went any farther than that. He reminded himself to have Xo look into that, perhaps she could do a little digging.
“What am I?” He answered as he placed a small bit of seared Bantha steak in his mouth. “That's an odd question, Danger.”
He very pointedly used her first name, again sticking to the stratagem of having no manners to speak of. “Not generally something that strangers ask each other is it?”