The Bothan is clearly afraid of something, there's a flash of Calenvir in his memory, talking to someone. But the 'My Lord' bit freezes all thought and his eyes lock directly onto Trever.
Trever, for his part, looks vaguely irritated. "You call that getting information? You didn't even do anything," he snaps. He flicks his hand out and carefully raises Axis up; there's a slight pressure on his throat as well. All Right. he sends back, playing a good little irritated Sith Lord.
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Date: 2007-12-10 01:51 pm (UTC)Trever, for his part, looks vaguely irritated. "You call that getting information? You didn't even do anything," he snaps. He flicks his hand out and carefully raises Axis up; there's a slight pressure on his throat as well. All Right. he sends back, playing a good little irritated Sith Lord.