Her suggestion caused him to ponder for several seconds and with a visible but slow and deliberate sway of the head from side to side, but soon enough he shot out an answer. "If that's just so that you match the colors of my personal crest, I'd be flattered, but I think I'd prefer something more thematic." With a raised index finger he added onto that thought somewhat immediately. "I'll think about it."
With Stace seeming thoroughly satisfied that his customer and close ally was thoroughly pleased with the fruits of his labor, the two exchanged a silent nod of gratitude. It was time to leave now, and Morreti gestured for his companion to follow him. "I'll take you back to the starport, assume you have places to be and things to do." There was something witty in the back of his mind that he wasn't bringing up just yet, likely waiting for a reason to do so.
Strangely enough the walk back outside felt shorter than the walk they'd taken on the way in.
