Ardem was glad that he was wearing a helmet. He was also glad that he could turn he speakers off. He just hoped that the sith couldn't use the force to hear any better, or might notice the snickering. He would never get tired of dealing with sith, he didn't think. 'They are above men'.'They are more attuned to gods'. Once the sith started screaming, Ardem wondered if it was all an act. Like this was some new recruit, and he figured he had to fit in with the rest of the shriveled madmen and act [i]extra[/i] crazy. The thought only made him leave snickers and move to full on laughs, his bulky armor no doubt failing to conceal his mirth now. His instincts were telling him to stop the dark jedi from touching the prisoner, but he knew the man wouldn't try anything. A tradition of favoritism towards evil wizards only went so far, after all, and Ardam was relatively certain this Sith knew where the line was.

"Do you usually tell field officers to get you drinks? I figure they have better things to do. Winning a war is a busy thing, not that you would know, of course."