He really did mind, as his saber was held tight. “Nghh,” Kun gritted his teeth but endured the pain, trying to strengthen his resolve – and his connection with the Force – to find a way to escape. Would a Sith ghost save him this time, he wondered. He doubted it, but there was the possibility he'd return back to his own time, his own reality. There was also the possibility he'd simply...die.
Suddenly the tightening grip let up, allowing him to breathe again. He regarded her cautiously, listening, expecting it to be a ploy and some final joke before the end. Initially, it seemed like he wasn't going to buy in to the offer. But in reality, he had to. Exar, in truth, feared death. He didn't have to like any of it, at least.
He softened his expression barely. “Fine.”
“Wha-?” He didn't have a chance to protest as their lips met, and the shapechanger stopped his confusion in mid-syllable.
With that, he was mostly convinced she was actually willing to play. She'd even shown him a glimpse of another face, one that he guessed was more commonly used. Exar started to speculate over the possibilities of the arrangement – not only in the immediate, but for the future.
“All right...all right! I'll agree to your terms.”