"Now, now, dear sister," Caedus replied, as smoothly as before, his tone filled with the honeyed seduction of the dark side, "you wouldn't want to do anything foolish, would you? You're not a match for me, and I would just hate to have to kill you."
Especially while you still have uses.
Reaching out with his dark side powers, he felt the minds of inferior sentient creatures which he did not recognize. Ignoring the feel of their uncomfortable minds, he provoked one primitive instinct in them. The desire to feed. Then he implanted a desire within that one. To feed on Jaina. He was certain she could survive such a trifling affair, and it would give him time to make a retreat, withdraw from the Force, hide, and plan.
"You see that, don't you, sister dearest? Your puny abilities are no match for my Sith powers."