"Start the ship, droid. We're leaving." The Zabrak Intelligence Agent announced hurriedly as soon as the door behind him closed. Instantly vanished was the accent he'd been using all evening, replaced with the assertive commanding voice that was more common coming from his throat. Suit jacket was removed from his shoulders and formal black tie was loosened from his neck.
The ships native droid instantly got to work on preparing the exclusive shuttle craft for launch; while it's owner tried to slink undetected to his private quarters. He failed.
"How did your date go Agent?"
His horned, crimson skinned head turned to face the smooth Rattataki that spoke to him. She was leaning casually against the ships hallway wall, but her folded arms contrasted her calm demeanour.
"The usual," he replied, recovering well from having been caught out by his subordinate. Gesturing with his hands as he spoke. "Exotic food, fine wine with an after party in her private chambers."
"Did you even tell her your name, this time?" Her question came, chastising. "Your real name," she added.
For her answer, he just smiled. Finding that the lack of words would have more effect than anything he could have said.
He was greeted with a frown. "You were on assignment, weren't you." She stated.
Carefully he reached into his back pocket, taking out a small data-pad. "You know me to well, Kaliyo."
She shook her head, "Do I even know your real name?" She asked the Agent pointlessly, she already knew the answer.
"Of course you do," He answered, a frown forming on his hairless brow, moving closer towards her, whispering softly in her ear. "And much more." He then boldly kissed her on the forehead, which she instantly pulled away from.
"Never do that again!" She scolded him angrily, her voice filled with venom for his actions
"Come on, Kaliyo, you know you're my only girl right?" he stated with a small laugh as he moved away from her, he heard her scoffing in denial behind him. "I'm going to freshen up, file my reports to Keeper. Make sure the droid doesn't crash us into the nearest sun, won't you?" He ordered the Rattataki as he walked down the corridor to his own private chambers.
The woman was only going to be trouble, he'd known that single fact about her from the moment they'd banded together and she'd been allowed on board with Imperial Intelligence. Yet this anger towards the finer side of his work was new. It was something he'd have to put in his reports to Operations. If she was compromised then actions would have to be taken to correct the situation. The data-pad was placed on a desk inside his room as jacket was thrown carelessly onto the neatly made bed. A frown once again found it's way across his face, the droid had been in here cleaning again. He made a mental note to change the pass-code for the room again and remind the android of it's place.
A quick wash and a change of clothing later and he was stood in front of the holo-terminal making a report of his missions success.