Her palm gently enveloped Lusignan's slightly woolly palm, squeezing it slightly as if to soothe it. He sighed - the confidence that had been bubbling like a volcano was fading, but the man was not in the habit of changing his mind: if he said yes, then so be it.
Withdrawing his hand, Lusignan walked forward, leading the woman to her chambers on the upper floors - guarded by droids and GSB agents under his control alone, this part of the Citadel was one of the most secure and isolated. Soon, after taking the lift and walking a few short corridors, they entered the Marshall's spacious suite - ascetic but tasteful. Having discarded the top of his tunic and hung it up neatly, Antonin was left in a simple shirt and black trousers. A gilded chain with a small amulet flashed on it, a gift from his parents before his career in the armed forces.
