Snippet #2470873

He walked in through the door to his room, looking around the familiar and comfortable establishment. It was the ideal setting for a guy like him; a bachelor with loose morals against criminals and a never-ending hatred for the corrupt and wicked. He took in a deep breath and smiled. "Honey, I'm home!" he called out to the captive Sith.

He strode down the metal stairs to his interrogation area. There she stayed, bound and motionless as always, just as he left her. "And how was your day?" he asked, insultingly. Angering her was almost as fun as gunning down criminals. Almost.

He removed his jacket and placed it on his chair, sitting down to watch her, keeping his pistol in his hand. "C'mon, don't go givin' me the silent treatment. Look, I promise I'll do my best to make this relationship work. We can even try therapy if you'd like." More joking, which was usually uncharacteristic of him save special circumstances. He supposed this was one of those. He smiled, not expecting her to speak to him.

However, he knew that he was getting to her.