Atton wrinkled his nose. "Ugh, spice." He'd hated even smuggling the stuff; people on it were more often than not more dangerous than they were worth. But he nodded at her affectionate nickname, and understood feeling inadequate next to someone. Fortunately, Katya loved him, and he loved her, so that was mostly gone.
He was extremely good at blocking people from detecting his thoughts - even Kreia had had to dig. It had come in handy as a Sith Assassin, and he employed it even now, counting cards in his head. He wanted his shady past to stay in the shade.