Mr. Nine
"That seemed a bit unnecessary, now didn't it?"
Mr. Nine withdrew a lollipop from his coat, lifting up his helmet to put it in his mouth before lowering it again. His stance remained casual, hardly reacting to the man's 'subtle' threats. He wasn't much bothered by the death of the Devaronian man. He was probably going to wind up shooting him anyways.
"A little forward, don't you think sweetheart?" Toby laughed. "Not even offering to buy me dinner? I like the things I'm hearin' love, but I'm not sure if I'm ready for commitment."
The Umbaran shrugged, his posture leaning back a little.
"But hey, if the pay is good maybe I'll be a bit more receptive," he added. "Surely the Pirate King only runs the highest of profile operations. I may be persuaded to lend my talents to something that keeps the credits ringing."
"Bonus points if it's entertaining."