"It's… good you asked," Luke said, his slit-like eyes narrowing with a lazy amusement. "Otherwise, you might've ended up one yourself…"
Cassian's mind was sharp. He didn't need a slave to dominate; he wanted one to extract information. With them under control, he could pry secrets without fear of resistance. Even if suspicion flickered in their eyes, they wouldn't have the power to do anything. He kept his expression neutral, letting Luke assume control of the conversation.
Luke led him to a row of empty crates, voice low and almost teasing. "I've never made one myself… but for the little grunts? Easy. Bend them, break them, let them vent your anger. They're not people… not really. Just… insects to shuffle around."
