Starkiller looked to her place and then over to his off at the end of the grouping. Then to Leia. He wasn't about to stand here and ask his questions, but he'd entertain her for the time being.
"I am not my master." Starkiller said pointedly. He knew his own power, and how deep it flowed. The strength he had welled up in him, was vast. Though he wasn't going to discuss the fine details of how he could just snap her neck with the twist of the force and leave her corpse in a slump on the ground. That wasn't going to achieve anything he actually wanted.
What Starkiller was learning was that he had been lied to for years. Who knew what truth he known to be a lie, and what lies were truths. Those were the things that interested Starkiller the most. The things that he needed to know the most. The fact that Leia glared at him was... cute. If Starkiller was in a different position, he'd of even possibly enjoyed his time with the woman.
"Everything." Starkiller held his hand out toward his place. "If you prefer, we can sit at my place if you wish to not welcome me in your home."