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Another thing they can agree on. Though he would call it 'annoying as all Hell.' One of the many reasons he likes to avoid Empire jobs, if he can.

Without a doubt. But, in his line of work, it was unlikely that he'd see the day. Even if he ( is ) one of the best.

He's always careful ─ Okay, that's a barefaced lie.

No - no, he meant him being careful is a lie. He believes every word she's said about the Empire. Seen it first hand, too.

Hah! Yeah - it's usually 'Scorekeeper please don't let me fall from this ledge.' or 'where did I put my grenades?' Fun, nonetheless!

He was born for it, quite literally. But for others it's circumstance, or boredom. More often than not, it's a good way to make sure you get your next meal.

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MCM -- man crush monday? No, no no he doesn't want to get crushed, that not how he wants to go -

So. . . She's not going to get him crushed? P h e w. Wait a second -- !

"You -?" Is it obvious that he's unused to affectionate terms? "You've seen my face, no?" He asked, giving his own face a little prod. It may also be an attempt to hide the rising green blush to his cheeks. "Not what the humans would call pretty."

Bossk was. . . speechless. He'd never had -- well, anyone, say such nice things about him. And coming from her, he knew that she meant every ounce of it. There was a short, and nervous chuckle. "You. . . really think so?"

Bossk was a Bounty Hunter - hiding his nerves was something he'd learnt long ago. A shame it didn't work at all in this situation. A nervous laugh passed from him as a clawed hand brushed over his scaled brow. "Well. . . I - uh -- You're pretty." Nice one.

Well, if she had the hankering to travel the stars, all she'd need to do is ask. He smiled a little, proud of his frankly sub-par compliment. "You're welcome."

Oh Gods, oh Gods, now he's got the greenish blush. But also, a gentle smile. He made no effort to hide the enthusiasm in which he returned the hug, a slight frown coming to his brow at her words. "I could stay a little longer. . . Or you could - come with me?"

"Yeah," the Trandoshan smiled, a toothy grin that he hoped wouldn't frighten her, given his sharp teeth. But partnered by the dopey look on his face, he hardly looked threatening. "Would be nice to have company. And I can show you the Galaxy I come from. So? Do you want to?"

"You have this Trandoshan's word," he said, followed by an odd gesture that had him lightly thump his balled up fist against his chest. A Trandoshan gesture. He looked between her and the new arrival, awaiting to see what transpired.