Hopefully after a few minutes of the exposure to his pheromones Ivy would share his excitement about all of this, after all that was their purpose to make people more...amiable towards the Zeltrons wants and needs. Sometimes he wished that he could control their function, it would be incredibly handy to have full control over such an ability. He reminded himself to ask his mother about it in the future.
For now he gave her a simple look of annoyance at not answering his question, and decided instead to rephrase.
“I know little of your actual history.” Soliael said flatly, though with some difficulty since he still had to try and hide his excitement. “The journal in front of you was written by a man known as Darth Chratis.”
A Sith, she would love that.
“He was intensely powerful, especially when it came to tricks of the mind. He was an inquisitor for one of the Old Empires.” Soliael stopped for a second as if thinking.
Going into the history of the old Empires and what the inquisitors did likely was not a very good option here. Instead he decided to skip over that and move on. “Anywho, Chratis had a run in with one of your kind. Now keep in mind this man specialized in getting into peoples head, he was capable of doing so with other Sith Lords”
He stressed the words, trying to get the point across that it was a big deal. His excitement at this point reached a peak, and the pleasant smell of his pheromones seemed to change into something utterly divine, almost overwhelming.
“Yet, he was unable to break into an Epicanthix's mind.” He sounded excited now. “You're entire species is a strange genetic fluke. You're built to resist telepaths, and I want to know why, and how it happened.”
Why did Soliael want to know? Becuase If he could figure that out, then he could replicate it.