It would be the first time he would meet with her before he'd reverted back to his Sith persona. Not that he hadn't been around his wife before when he was like this, but that had been nearly twenty-five years ago. At least to him. And she had turned her back on him, brought Obi-Wan to him, and forced him to choke her to silence her lying mouth...
And now she was lying to him again, claiming she wasn't hiding anything. But, he knew. He could feel it. She was pregnant with his child and she'd failed to tell him. It was insulting. He kept his emotions, expressions, and thoughts in check, however, as he did not want to draw any necessary attention to himself. Vader was not in the mood to play with any of the demons or heroic folk that inhabited this pathetic city.
He sat sipping a cup of tea at one of the outside tables, donning an outfit that he'd found at a costume store, finding it to be the closest thing to traditional Sith robes, as he refused to wear the clothing of the people here or the Jedi robes he'd arrived in.
Vader smirked, sensing her before she even came into sight.