[ That he's behaving, at least for the time being, and obeying her quietly pleases Kylo. It feels like an indication captivity is slowly wearing him down. Putting a dent in that rebellious spirit of his. Granted, the fact she has leverage at the moment in the form of the girl plays a factor, she's aware of that. ]
Friends, that's funny. [ As they walk she casts a mildly amused glance at him. ] Why shouldn't I want to keep you alive? You're useful.
[ And she would be happy to use him up until nothing of value remained.
At least nothing of value to her. If she grew bored of him but not bored enough to kill him then she could always sell him off. The slave trade remained alive and well in the unsavory corners of the galaxy, and she's certain she's not the only one who wouldn't mind bending the Resistance's star pilot to their deviant whims. Idly, she wonders if that would be a useful threat to propose at some point, perhaps once he's more broken. Death is no threat since it would give him an escape. However, it's not crazy to think there could come a time he'd choose her over the unknown; better the devil you know than one that might somehow be worse.
It's not long before they reach the same officer's quarters she sent him to before, the room cleaned but otherwise as he last saw it. While she hadn't said as much, seeing as he offered to play her little game rather than her suggesting it meant a reward would be merited once she was through with him for the night. (Plus she knows it will unsettle those still in the holding cells if neither he nor the girl return.)
Perching in a chair, she lightly crosses one leg over the other as she looks at him. ]
Strip. If you want to keep your clothes a while longer, they're getting cleaned. [ Kylo gives him an expectant look as she relaxes back against the chair. ]
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Friends, that's funny. [ As they walk she casts a mildly amused glance at him. ] Why shouldn't I want to keep you alive? You're useful.
[ And she would be happy to use him up until nothing of value remained.
At least nothing of value to her. If she grew bored of him but not bored enough to kill him then she could always sell him off. The slave trade remained alive and well in the unsavory corners of the galaxy, and she's certain she's not the only one who wouldn't mind bending the Resistance's star pilot to their deviant whims. Idly, she wonders if that would be a useful threat to propose at some point, perhaps once he's more broken. Death is no threat since it would give him an escape. However, it's not crazy to think there could come a time he'd choose her over the unknown; better the devil you know than one that might somehow be worse.
It's not long before they reach the same officer's quarters she sent him to before, the room cleaned but otherwise as he last saw it. While she hadn't said as much, seeing as he offered to play her little game rather than her suggesting it meant a reward would be merited once she was through with him for the night. (Plus she knows it will unsettle those still in the holding cells if neither he nor the girl return.)
Perching in a chair, she lightly crosses one leg over the other as she looks at him. ]
Strip. If you want to keep your clothes a while longer, they're getting cleaned. [ Kylo gives him an expectant look as she relaxes back against the chair. ]