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Quaint: attractively unusual or old-fashioned
“I see you’ve decided to bring your sword. How… quaint.” Ventress drawled as Obi-Wan stalked around her, his beskad held out beside him.
“I see you’re doing as well as ever, my dear.” He shot back, thinking briefly that perhaps Cody’s complaints that he kept flirting with Ventress had some merit behind them.
“And you’re still alive.”
“Yes, well, you aren’t getting rid of me quite yet.”
“Pity.”
“Obi-Wan, less flirting, more killing!” Obi-Wan flinched. He had forgotten that Anakin had been lurking.
He turned back to Ventress. “Alas, our audience enquiries.”
She grinned. “So it does.”