Moff Gideon sits at his desk, scrolling through reports on his datapad. His office is pristine and everything clearly has a place in which it is not to be moved from. His desk is the neatest you've ever seen and you'd bet all your credits that the drawers were equally spotless.

The Moff is in his shining black armor, his uniform under it pressed and not a piece of lint to be seen. It was impressive. He was impressive.

You clear your throat to grab his attention and those piercing dark eyes find yours. He finishes reading something on the datapad before setting it down and looking up at you expectantly.