"Just a man," lies are always better when cloaked in the truth and when she extends her hand, he takes it and brushes a brief kiss to the back of it. "And what diplomatic events might have landed you in this cell, miss Padmé?"

Guilty men might make the mistake to assume that this incarceration was warranted and everyone else as guilty as they themselves were. An innocent might assume the opposite and this young woman might be either. The Darkling releases her hand with a small smile, resuming his pacing of the cell once more, but he looks back at her at the turn.

"Some have called me that, yes. A diplomat with a weapon. It sounds better than soldier, doesn't it?" Better than monster, even if that's a little closer to his truth. She's young, pretty and locked in here with him- talking might be the way out of this, and it's better to keep her smiling. Keep her friendly and the soft smile only slips off of his face when his back is turned.

"I have to admit, these trying days are wearing on me. I never expected to find myself in a cell like this."