He gave a low chuckle and rested his hand against the creature's skin. “A price?” He lowered his hand, resting it just above her upper wrap. “How intriguing,” he mused silkily, fingers tapping against the top of the fabric, just shy of touching skin. And unlikely. Exar was unable to coax the amulet to him from that angle. His original assumption she'd predictably tucked it into her top was off the mark. For the moment, he managed to redirect his simmering anger into the search.
He abruptly abandoned her front, and moved his hand around to the small of her back. “I'm almost tempted to find out what you have in mind.” He firmly kneaded the skin underneath his fingertips, gaze hungrily focused on her. Had she been an actual Togruta, his touch would have been painful. There, in a brief moment, he could feel a connection to the power, just a taste, but dislodging the amulet was going to prove more than he bargained for.
Well past hesitation, he leaned in and snaked his hand up, slipping it underneath her top, and callously dug his fingers into the too-pliable skin. “I won't believe you until you show me,” he challenged, voice rising with passion, seemingly on cue as he connected to the source of dark power. "Don't keep me waiting." It sounded more like a demand, and he increased the pressure on her back, fingers like knives.