Most men, he knew, stared at women's chests – or breasts, to be more accurate. Or they looked on downward, noting the slight to voluptuous curves of the hips. Or they kept on going down until their eyes found the rounded bottom.
But Carth Onasi was not like every other man in the galaxy. Sure, he'd gazed upon his fair share of boobies, waistlines, and butts, but this woman… This... woman…
Maree was probably the most infuriating, ill-informed, arrogant, self-righteous, dignified, independent, willful, dramatic, skilled, compassionate, courageous woman he had ever met.
So, here he was, trying his best not to openly gawk at her, but every now and then Bastila would give him a strange look and he would turn his head as smoothly as possible. Once, HK47 even stopped him in the narrow corridor of the Ebon Hawk, asking him why he didn't just pounce on her.
'Pfft,' he thought, laughing inwardly at the idea. Carth kept his eyes focused on the black expanse that lay before him, as he smiled. 'Like she would ever…'
Suddenly, he found his eyes drawn to her yet again, and he wondered briefly why it was that, instead of his eyes finding her tits, hips, or bottom first, he always focused on the smooth line of her jaw.
And then she turned, as if she knew already that he was watching her, and she smiled at him.
Carth had his answer.
'That jaw helps her make the most beautiful smile…'
"Everything all right, Carth?"
He shook his head, rousing himself from his slight daydream. "Huh? Oh - yea, yes. Everything's fine." His grip tightened slightly on the controls as she walked away, satisfied with his denial. "Everything is great."