Maul sauntered into the room and took her face into his hands. He carassed her like an animal assessing it's prey. "So you're my new puppet?"

Qi'ra calmly stood and let him touch her. She didn't flinch as he sniffed her hair and seemed to analyze the quality of her hair. He laid his lightsaber on the desk before sitting in the chair she had previously occupied. "Just because you sit here, don't forget where your true loyalties lie."

She sharply snapped her head, forcing his grip to return to a lounging position behind his head as he sneered at her. R-626 entered the room with a tray of the iced veeked in two crysalline bowls. Qi'ra leaned forward a bit so Maul's eyes strayed from her face. "I thought you'd like to try a bit of First Light hospitality. This is iced veeka, which I hear is a delicacy on this planet that we're oh so close to."

Maul's eyes met hers as he took his bowl and took a bite. She waited a bit for his reaction before taking her own small bite. He groaned internally before his mannerisms changed from that of a man to that of a bit cat, liking the bowl manically as he grew more excited. As the mania subsided, Maul replaced the crystal bowl back onto the droid's waiting tray balanced on it's head.

He licked his lips appreciatively. "I've always wondered the meaning of the woman's touch. It's a different kind of dangerous-soft, sweet, and unpredictable. Dryden did not understand these intricasies but they are not lost on me."

Qi'ra bade the droid to leave before handing over her own half eaten bowl. She'd really lost her appetite, but she was intriqued. "Are they really not lost on you?"

Maul sighed deeply. "We need coaxium. You're responsible for looking for possible sources so we can further the goals that I'm sure Dryden left you in his quarters."

Qi'ra nodded, she had found the journal with Maul's overall plan for the organization. "I am aware of your ambitions and wants for your syndicate. Where do you bid me next?"

Maul's mouth quirked up. He assessed his fingers and nails before sliding his lightsaber back into its place on his belt. Maul leaned over to the disc port and inserted a drive to produce the hologram of a planet. "This is Hoth. There's a shipment of fuel that the Empire is secretly holding there at a base. We need it to continue the expansion of ouroperations in the Anoat sector. I'm sure you're looking forward to a chance to prove yourself."

Qi'ra looked at the locations he indicated. "Alright. Will you be accompanying us or is this my own-"

"I said we'd be working more closely."

"I'll inform the partygoers that the club will be closed for-"

"No, you're first lieutenant can man the yacht, we will go in my shuttle for the mission. We're leaving immediately."