There was a brief tightening around Jacen's eyes, the only outward sign of any discomfort. It would have been easier if the shocks were more painful, pain he could use. Thanks to the Vong, pain he could channel into strength. In the back of his mind he could almost hear Vergere. "You are already dead little Solo"
Not yet I'm not.
Jacen's glare turned into a laugh, mocking and cruel.
"Interesting? Oh Eve, how quickly you forget," his smirk widened. "Caedus nearly broke you all when he was here, ripped through your clients like they were nothing. Even you had to admit that you took on more than you could handle when you brought him to this city." He lifted his head slightly, to watch Eve's every movement.
"And my Queen, oh the things my Queen can do. You forget Liaison, that beneath that calm Jedi exterior there is the daughter of Hapes and Dathomiri. Not someone you want to see angry."
He looked almost amused as he rested his head back down, his body language just casual. "So play all you want, we'll be the ones laughing in the end."