"Something wrong, sweetie?" Lyney whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with feigned affection.

He could feel your disquiet within the Force. The Sith Lord wasn't naive; he could see right through your façade. He was aware that you were a Rebel, a traitor to the Galactic Empire—his empire. The issue was, his feelings for you ran so deep that he was unwilling to get rid of you.

"Is the role of a Senator demanding for you?" he inquired, curious if you would lie to him again.