”..I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Saren replies sourly, wanting to escape the subject as swiftly as possible.

Aterius cocks out a mandible in thought, attempting to remember just exactly the woman spoken about. “..Hmph.” He said little else as his facial plates hardened disapprovingly.

“I…am not a fan.” The man rumbles simply before elaborating. “Most species within the job are not of my tastes. I’m also with the belief that they are unsanitary.”

Saren’s mandibles flick out slowly while the expression of his eyes tell of utter disinterest. “I have nothing against the occupation, if that is your meaning.”