the bathroom window

Tanis was as slimy and reaked of sin and I was glad that Carth was still on the ship. He'd sputter galantly and step in for my benefit (as if I needed him to fight my battles!) and make a mess of the whole situation. Bastila and Mission would probably not approve; flirting and gallavanting were not activities proper for a Jedi Padawan. Still, I was the leader of my rag-tag crew and I'd do as I pleased.

"Well darling, old Tanis might just be what you need."

I demured, chuckling a bit. "You are pretty straight forward for a married man."

"He seems pretty forward, period." Bastila spat, beside me. Her dirty look was most unbecoming; weren't Jedis supposed to hide their feelings?

I ignored her and continued to prod Tanis. "Have you ever seen the Sand people with anything odd?" I asked, trying to be as vague as possible without bridging into confusion.

He answered my questions easily enough; I was glad I wouldn't have to Persuade him into helping me. It was easier to rely on my innate strengths rather than my Force gifts, and I felt like I was cheating if I did.

I tried my best to be sexy; imitating the Twi'Lek slaves I had met on Taris seemed to prove fruitful.