For a moment Malgus wondered if the idea of love made the Jedi uncomfortable. They were so set in their own ideals of no emotion, most did not pay it a second thought.

If it were a question, it was one Malgus did not answer. Instead he sat back in the chair before reaching up to reconnect the respirator. They could sit in silence if that is what the Jedi wished, but that did not mean his gaze weren't still locked on him. Studying him almost.

An odd, almost curious Jedi, but still a Jedi. So far he's learned a few things from him. At least two Sith in the galaxy and at least two Jedi. This one being in hiding and protecting another force sensitive.

His options were limited and probably the number of allies he held as well. Something Malgus could actually understand.