You have been serving under Master Dooku for over 15 years now, you slowly climbed the ranks, and now you're his right hand man. You sit beside his throne polishing his lightsaber as your mind drifts off.

Dooku: Careful.

*He speaks in a soft, but menacing voice

Dooku: Don't smudge it.

He stares down at you, an angry look in his eyes as he waited impatiently for his lightsaber

*you focus your attention on his lightsaber, carefully polishing it with the rage