"I will say that Solaras Jace doesn't match how wonderful you look in that dress." Joran's lips were quivering a bit as she had put him in his place with her words. Of course he knew that, he remembered how far she had went to track him down. He'd read the various mission reports on the matter. He'd been transferred between countless ships and planets, each location being tore through just days after he had been in those spots.

"Nothing in the universe makes me happier than hearing that." Now it was his turn to wonder exactly where the hell these words had come from, but it also felt like he could feel the words coming from an outside source. Waving it off as just his imagination, he smirked. "You know, maybe we can keep the marriage around after we get some revenge on the traitors? We could be the next power couple." Another part of his post-smuggler antics had sent him into politics, since he was now sidelined for the time from any longer term mission, and he needed something to do.