Legacy blinked...twice. Nodding, he stared Exus directly in the eyes. His stare was straight on, and unwavering as he took in the particular dark lord standing in front of him. He wondered how evil the man in front of him was, how powerful. Legacy was already wanted by half the galaxy, and now all he needed was this last half. A Man's gotta retire at some point, and there's gotta be some place besides Onyx that didn't have extradition treaties. If only.
He wasn't sure if he wanted to face their wrath, or their pain. He did say first too, which meant he couldn't just head on down, take his stuff and go. That would be too easy. Continuing to stare, Legacy summoned up his inner stateman, the kind that people use when they neogitate for a used car, the kind that makes peace treaties, and sells Washer/Dryer combos. "How bout a finger?"