The Dark Academy on Korriban

"So be it, Zeno. For now, let's drink to celebrate the occasion."

She raised her glass looking between the two men.

Sylvain watched the exchange with a serious face. His little toast had set off quite the discussion. And resulted in a situation he was happy with.

"To us!" He said with a smile.

"To us," Zeno replied. The drinks and the conversation were doing nothing to relieve the strain of Jaina's walloping.

Jaina Kicked My Butt Recovery, D7 ME, Cool: 1eA+1eP 0 successes, 2 advantage

Taking a drink from his glass, he smiled and pointed to Zeno's waist. "I see you picked up a second lightsaber somewhere."

"Not picked up, built," he replies as he pulls it from his waist. "A pair shoto to complement my style."

"Tested myself against Instructor Von earlier. Almost got a hit on her. But she's just plain crazy with her double blade."

He smiled, "Hit on by an overseer? Things must be going well for you then... especially if you lost."

"It went well enough. She recognized my growth and improvement. But I'm still lacking. I need more power," he says with a shrug. "I almost got her to smile when we first got here. Haven't gotten close to that since."

He chuckled, "A noble goal. It's often the one's that take the most commitment to making them interested that give the best rewards. Nothing ventured, nothing gained." He said with a smile.

"Indeed. Her insight and training would be by far the most valuable to what I'm trying to accomplish by myself among the instructors. Each bruise is another lesson, and thankfully she recognizes that I accept that and continue to move forward." He takes another drink.

"You tell me if you ever succeed. I'll make your name echo in these halls forever." He said with a slight smile.

"You both looking forward to Yavin?" He asked.

"I look forward to returning there, yes. I had a blast last time," he says with a nod.

"You've been before then? Tell us of your experience." He said with a smile.

"Two weeks. Planetary flight experience for navigating forest terrain," he starts off with the reason for it. "It is hot, it is wet, and it is wild. Be prepared for a few bug bites. Or more than a few," he continues. "But it is unbound and much of it untouched. There is a sense of... primal ferocity on that moon. I feel at home there for some reason. Probably my enjoyment of violence and danger."

He chuckled, "Reminds me a bit of the swamps of Dromund Kaas. Plenty of adventure there." He smiles and winks at Moyr.

"I'm a fan of adventure myself... we'll have to find some together while we're there."

"I'd like that," he says with a smile to Sylvain, but when he looks to Moyr it somewhat softens. "I'd really appreciate the opportunity to find some trouble with you guys."

"That can happen. Though taking from your description I either need a gallon of bug repellent or different clothes."

Moyr hadn't disturbed them but when they had talked about Jaina she had been wondering whether both men had forgotten there was a woman sitting between them. They re-included her when she was about to excuse herself to go to the refresher. Restless tapping of her foot against the leg of the chair stopped, and she smiled sweetly.

Sylvain had been quite aware and there was perhaps a hint of a double-meaning when he was speaking of the nature of a truly interesting woman.

"I could have some clothes prepared for you Moyr. Though I will miss this current outfit a great deal." He said with a teasing inflection to the second sentence.

"It's girls who shop for boys, not the other way around, Syl. i'll be fine fashion-wise. I am thinking ahead."

She pouted.

"Humidity might be a problem though."

He chuckled, lightly teasing, "Concerned about your hair going frizzy?"

Then asking genuinely, "Why the concern for humidity?"

"Not too difficult to figure out, Syl."

She smiled coyly, taking a sip.

He smiled, "It is if one is not overly familiar with Twi'lek anatomy."

He tilted his head, "Perhaps one day I'll have an introductory course from Instructor Moyr?"

"Is this your birthday wish, Syl?"

She gave him a seductive glance.

He chuckled, "Maybe, it's up there on my list of things that I'd love to receive from Moyr."

As far as Zeno was concerned, the talk of Jaina had been purely respectful on his end and gender or interest had nothing to do with it.

When it moves on to them flirting Zeno just drinks, an a second glass appears after he taps on the counter.

"So, you want an account on digestive capacities of each of my stomachs? That could get colourful."

Moyr grinned, turning the banter back from flirting path so as not to estrange Zeno.