He almost liked this Jedi. If he were not of the enemy's order, they might actually get along.

Malgus follows Ben into the small house -- it was simple, much like his own quarters. He takes a small moment to glance around. It was so much different than the Sith who lived in extravagant places.

But his mild curiosity did not distract him from the Jedi, whom he also watched. Closely. There was something in how quickly he wanted him to leave. How helpful he's being. It was almost as if ...

"Are you more worried for your own life or the other force sensitive on this planet? The small untrained speck of light I feel in the distance?"