Of course her two protectors were still there. Neither would be doing their duty if they had left. She notices his glance in their direction and can't help but to narrow her eyes halfway.

"You still breathe, do you not?"

Blunt, isn't she? Fingers lacing together methodically, a darkened brow is arched deeply as she looks to him.

Kamon looked puzzled.

"Of course I still breathe. Those two just make me uncomfortable, that's all. Well, are you going to accept the fact that you have emotions, and that you want to meet me more often?"

He kept his eyes off the door and put up a block in his mind keeping anyone from seeing his thoughts.

Syren chuckles while sweeping a strand of hair from her forehead smoothly.

"The fact that you do still breathe should be an indication of my friendliness. That's about as friendly as I get. As for admittances and meeting you -- yes, I will meet with you again -- for business." Syren stresses the word business as she speaks it.

"Wouldn't want my other lovers to think I've abandoned them now, would I? Committment is for the birds, since I was not born with feathers and a beak, that leaves me out."

A glance to her guards is given...

"Is this meeting concluded?"

Kamon sighed.

"I guess so. Since you wont give me a straight answer anyway. Commitment is not for the birds. Its for those few people that want to form strong relationships."

He turns and storms through the dorr. Nacking the two Imperial back a few steps as he heads down the hall to the docking bay where his ship is waiting.

[i]Syren just watches the Prince. He must have a death wish to tick off her protectors with his exit as he most definitely would. A subtle shake of her head then she saunters out a few moments later, bestowing a nod to both men as she heads towards her shuttle in the bays once more.

Kamon entered the hanger and boarded his shuttle. It took off and headed for the exit vector to Tholatin. He would try again some other time. Right now he needed to think of a way to win her.

The Sovereign Protector - outmatching the cretin in every possible way - was, infact, not knocked back. Instead he stood firm, allowed the insolent little whelp to pass, then entered the atrium to speak with Syren.

"Is your business concluded here?" he asked through an armored, and sensor filled, helm.

"Yes, it is."



{OOC: RUBBER DUCK!??? I think not!}

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TK118 watches the prince leave. GOOD RIDDENS scum!

While Jax enters the room and talks to Syren, TK118 stands in the doorway. He gazes at her in astonishment of her beauty. As much as he despises the prince he has to admit he has great taste in women.
But Syren was no ordinary woman. She was a high ranking officer, very strong, and not to mention gorgeous.
"What I would do to have just one night with her" he thinks to himself.

Syren turns and looks in TK118's direction. Thinking that she may have noticed him looking at her her quickly turns his head.

"Great! Just what I need. She saw me. I am going to be reprimanded right here. I bet I get transferred to some hell hole like Tatooine."

He remains standing motionless at full attention as They finish talking.