"You have the most defiled mode of speech," Kylo said with a shake of his head. "Why do you find the need to be amusing to yourself instead of simply saying how you feel?" He asked, throwing the gloves aside to the coffee table. He then did the same with the leather of his belt and the robe that seemed to have a sort of foil in the texture that glinted in darkness. A pile of black lay upon the table and yet he was still fully clothed in his long sleeved shirt of sturdy canvas and durable trousers tucked into his boots.