02-09-2019, 08:13 PM
Malik preened a little at the hint of awe in her tone. A tool of hers, to be sure. But though hidden, pride was a core Sith principle. And in this case...well, he enjoyed it. He did.
He sipped his coffee, the hazelnut taming the sharpness of the Arabian blend, eyes scrutizing her. The pieces were laid out. She could see the opportunity, if she chose to. Her last comment only made it clear a razor sharp mind hid behind those emerald eyes and smokey looks. "And so you cut to the core all at once Spectra."
His mouth turned down with a hint of sadness. "You are wasted as a jewel for the world to admire. A bauble for men or women to vie for and wear on their arm." He glanced down at the bags on the ground, filled with the finest of things- empty and meaningless things- before meeting her eyes, allowing her to see the hunger that drove him. "Surely, you want more of this world."
He leaned forward, his rolled up sleeves cool against the wrought metal table, voice low but tinged with a hint of excitement. "To answer your question.. In fact, in tandem, last night, working together and off each other we discovered how to do exactly that thing. To hold a channeler safely." He paused. It was not the discovery that excited him. It was the pooling of knowledge itself. The possibility. His pool needed to be an ocean. All funneled through him.
He sat back, studying her, thinking on her life. The CCD had files on everyone, especially CIA operatives. He had learned of Spectra Lin's past after the first time they met. It was something few knew. His voice was soft and musing. "Lola Fatima Cruz may not have had the opportunities Danika Zayed had. But even so, look how far she has gone. How high do you think Spectra Lin can climb?"
And he smiled at her, eyes glittering.
He sipped his coffee, the hazelnut taming the sharpness of the Arabian blend, eyes scrutizing her. The pieces were laid out. She could see the opportunity, if she chose to. Her last comment only made it clear a razor sharp mind hid behind those emerald eyes and smokey looks. "And so you cut to the core all at once Spectra."
His mouth turned down with a hint of sadness. "You are wasted as a jewel for the world to admire. A bauble for men or women to vie for and wear on their arm." He glanced down at the bags on the ground, filled with the finest of things- empty and meaningless things- before meeting her eyes, allowing her to see the hunger that drove him. "Surely, you want more of this world."
He leaned forward, his rolled up sleeves cool against the wrought metal table, voice low but tinged with a hint of excitement. "To answer your question.. In fact, in tandem, last night, working together and off each other we discovered how to do exactly that thing. To hold a channeler safely." He paused. It was not the discovery that excited him. It was the pooling of knowledge itself. The possibility. His pool needed to be an ocean. All funneled through him.
He sat back, studying her, thinking on her life. The CCD had files on everyone, especially CIA operatives. He had learned of Spectra Lin's past after the first time they met. It was something few knew. His voice was soft and musing. "Lola Fatima Cruz may not have had the opportunities Danika Zayed had. But even so, look how far she has gone. How high do you think Spectra Lin can climb?"
And he smiled at her, eyes glittering.