[ Which is true, but Satero's actually just being facetious here.
He's in the kitchen now and he sweeps all the way to the other end, peering at the fridge, at the metal, at Khisanth's indistinct reflection. Then he turns around and strides straight back to her, moving right into her personal space, leaning until he's all but inches away from her face.
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[ Which is true, but Satero's actually just being facetious here.
He's in the kitchen now and he sweeps all the way to the other end, peering at the fridge, at the metal, at Khisanth's indistinct reflection. Then he turns around and strides straight back to her, moving right into her personal space, leaning until he's all but inches away from her face.
Satero narrows his eyes, still grinning. ]
Pretty knife. Where will you put it?