Now wasn't the time to discuss any of these things. She shrugged her shoulders to indicate she didn't care. He nodded his head in confirmation as they went to the front of the ship to leave.

"Where should we go?" he asked her.

"Somewhere far from here, and far from Canto Bight." Her easiness at this situation alarmed her. But then again, anything was better than Canto Bight.

"I've got just the place in mind." He punched in some coordinates. She thought it was weird how his stutter when in and out. When he seemed extremely serious, it was almost nonexistent.

"I need a drink." He murmured, leaving the room.

She headed back to her boss's daughter's room to change back into her clothes. It might be her room for the time being, unless the man decided to leave her somewhere. She put her energy sword away, wondering what would be next for her.

When she went to look for him, she found his workspace empty. The object he was building was missing too. He must have finished it. She eventually found him in the bar room. She'd never been allowed in here before. It was where her boss entertained important guests, and held a few meetings. The lights were out, save for the illumination the open door brought into the room.

He was surrounded by shadow. The single light shining on him, he didn't seem to react as he relaxed on the couch. In one hand was a glass of brown liquor, and in his other what looked like a small pen, which she guessed must have been the item he was building. He didn't look up when she entered.

Looking at him, she wondered if she'd interrupted some time he wanted to spend alone. When she began to turn to leave, she noticed him glance up at her. His eyes questioning, and soft. Feeling drawn to him, she sat down. He gulped the last of the brown liquor in his glass. He looked rough, rougher than usual at least. His hair was still a black mess. Leaning in, he looked intently at her face, his dark eyes conveying something which excited her. No, his eyes weren't dark, she realized. They were a light shade of hazel. They looked darker when he narrowed them, but his eyes were wide as he looked into hers. His breath smelled sweet from the drink. His presence felt intoxicating, as she felt trapped again in his gaze.

"When I look at you, I feel all my worries go away shadow-lady. How do you do that?" Her hand had been sitting on her leg, he put his hand over it. Her skin tingled as her breathing became slightly erratic. His touch sent a pleasant chill down her body. "I barely know you," he said with a soft chuckle, picking up her hand and examining it.

He was so certain in his advances. Normally with men, they're much more hesitant to even look at her because of how easily she could kill them. When he looked at her, he knew. He knew she felt something between them just as he did. He also knew she could kill him easily. She could see it in his eyes; it wasn't fear. It was a craving. He wanted her, and she wanted him. She only hoped he wasn't looking for someone to hit him, because she wasn't into that.

He took the pen from his hand and placed it on her bracer, "Are you a jedi?" he jested, looking at her arm.

She scoffed, "I have an energy sword, not a laser sword." The bracer snapped. At the same time, the door to the room automatically shut behind her, closing off the light and leaving them in total darkness. The man removed the bracer, and rubbed the spot where it had been. The woman felt her ears begin to ring, as the man continued to stroke her arm.

"That's what you were building," she said in a whisper.

"Mmhmm," he said faintly. His large hands, continued to caress her arm. They felt more intimate in the darkness. She didn't know where they might trail. She could hear his breathing….long deep breaths with a slight hoarseness to them, almost like a growl. The darkness had heightened her senses, making the moment seem to last forever. Her thoughts trailed in the way she hoped his hands would.

"Was I a part of that deal?" She asked. It was stupid question, but she wanted to hear the words from his lips.

"Of course," he said with a whisper. It made her heart race. He let go of her arm and leaned away from her. She tried to relax. "Do you feel more comfortable in the dark, shadow-lady?" he sounded amused.

"Why?" she asked him, ignoring his question.

Suddenly, he leaned in towards her. "You know why," he said with a low growl in her ear. He was so close she could feel his breath on her cheek.

"I'd like to hear a reason," she said. After a moment, he leaned back again in his seat, laughing quietly to himself. She felt a little embarrassed. This was a game they were playing and she couldn't tell when it ended…only that he was winning. He was teasing her, and she enjoyed it.

She was impetuous, and he made her feel so. When the woman wanted something, she normally went after it. But he was enjoying chase, and she didn't want to take that from him. For a change she enjoyed being sought after. They sat in the darkness a moment more. Then he went to the wall and turned the lights on. He was wearing a loose brown shirt she hadn't seen before, one perhaps that'd been on under his coat.

"Okay." He said as he poured himself another glass. "I've been t-t-thinking of hiring someone to protect me. I prefer to stay out of the fighting, and you seem to…" he pointed at her, "enjoy running into it."

His response took her aback. "You put me in the deal because you wanted me to be your bodyguard?"

"Oh, I want more things from you than that." He implied, locking eyes with her while taking a sip from his glass. She felt her cheeks turn red, as she clenched her thighs together instinctively. He noticed and smirked, turning to pour himself another glass. "But guarding seems like a good place to start," he said.

She tried to compose herself, and get her head back in the game. This was her future, but she also wanted to play too. She didn't want to tag along behind him. She stood up and gestured to his drink, which he happily gave to her. She took a big swig and coughed. It was stronger than what she was used too.

As he patted her on the back, he assured her, "I would pay you of course."

She looked at the empty glass, pondering what to say. She wanted a bit more freedom than having to watch over someone. He watched her with amusement.

She then turned to him, offering a hand and said, "I'd rather be your partner."

His eyes shined as she said this. He firmly grasped her hand, respecting the handshake. "Whatever you want-t-t, shadow lady."

She nodded her head, and made herself another drink. As she went to take a swig she thought better and instead gave it to the man. He took her glass and poured it into his. Other than the extreme attraction between them, there was another elephant in the room. Neither of them knew one another's names. She wondered how necessary it was to really know what his name was, and whether it'd make a difference. She had a name her boss had given her, and she didn't know what her birth name had been or if she'd ever been named anything at all. The thought of him calling her shadow-lady made her smile.

"What?" he said peering at her, trying to read her expression. He had been watching her. He hardly took his eyes off her. He looked at her as if she were some work of art he couldn't understand but was in marvel of. Usually, she'd mistrustful of a stare like that, but his eyes were genuine. She was beginning to get used to it.

"I was just thinking how insane all of this is. How different my life is right now in this moment." She grabbed his glass and took a gulp. He patted her on the back again, as she continued "Where I was yesterday, who I was...My new name. It's all changing, and I'm comfortable with it. I don't know why I am…it should worry me but it doesn't. I have the instinct to trust you, which makes no sense."

The man took his drink back from her, taking a final swig from it. He stared at the bottom of his glass.

"If you ever want to leave. I won't stop you. This ship can be ours." As he said ours, he put his hand on her shoulder. She glanced at his hand, as a few of his fingers went to touch her hair. He had a knack for leaning the front of his head towards her, and almost seeming to peer through his raised eyebrows. It was a compelling way to look at someone, and it worked on her easily. She thought of kissing him, but she remembered she was trying to play the game.

"I don't understand you," she said plainly.

"Isn't that part of the fun?" he said, lightly touching her hair. She moved his hand away from her. He didn't seem offended. She went to the exit of the room.

"And I suppose I should call you Don't Join?" she meant it jokingly. She hadn't expected him to take her seriously.

"DJ." But he did.

He had a devilish look on his face. She could tell he liked when she resisted him. In that moment, looking at him she realized he was looking for power, and he wanted her to give it willingly to him. He wanted her to fold under him, like a lamb before a wolf. She could finally see it in his eyes. The craving he had behind them intimidated her. She wasn't sure if it was something she wanted, but she was intrigued. Maybe he needed her permission. She didn't want to resist too much, but she didn't want to throw herself at him. He still had to know she wanted him, but he needed to be certain. He didn't seem the type to act on assumed feelings. Maybe he wanted to wait for the right moment. She wasn't sure if she trusted him yet. At least that was what the woman told herself. Her thoughts raced, as she went back to her new room, and tried to sleep, unable to get his hungry eyes out of her mind. She imagined herself as a lamb caught in a wolf's terrible embrace, and found she enjoyed the bite.