My eyes on the glint of an odd collar that I spot glinting on Aayla's neck, spotted as she bent over to put her things down, almost make me miss her following words...

[i]Manage on her own can she? I'd like to see that...[/i]

My thoughts fog again momentarily, instantly seeing a range of possibilities unfolding before my eyes as the pretty Twi'lek finishes with a cheery "goodnight". This, I am unsatisfied with. 

Slowly stalking one step forward, and then another, I slide my hands up the sides of the door-frame, carefully flexing my powerful limbs as they reach the top and rest there in a faux-relaxed state.

"Well, considering the extravagant show I prepared for you, would it not be fair for me to get one as well? Show me, then, how well you can manage on your own..." I practically purr out in a low, sultry tone.