David Albee

“I don’t want to fight you. But perhaps there’s another way I could win your favor.”
The way he said it made her hearts pound and her body heat up. But even if her hormones were moved, her ambitions remained unswayed.
“I’m only going to say this one time, so hear me well. If you want me, don’t let some bounty come between us,” she finally said. “I’m not playing games anymore. Either it’s real, or it’s nothing. I will not be seduced away from my own success.”
She waited a long moment as he thought about it.
“You win this one fair and square,” he finally said. “I suppose I wouldn’t want to try lying to the Grand Inquisitor, anyway. I can prove myself on my own.” A brief pause. “And we’ll see how you might be seduced.” The comlink went silent.
As she and Sixty-Seven walked back to her ship, she watched Tualon’s ship take off from just a few klicks away and zip into the sky.
Now, this was a version of Tualon she could respect. Honest with himself and others, ambitious and confident. She looked forward to seeing where the seduction might come in. For all that she’d been drawn to him since they were children, he’d always been neutral toward her, never felt that same tug. But now, freed from the rigidity of the Jedi ways, perhaps he was finally realizing how powerful a partner she might be.
They would make a good team, but not if he thought he was in charge.
No one could rule Iskat Akaris.”
― Delilah S. Dawson, Inquisitor: Rise of the Red Blade