"You make it sound as if Sith aren't obsessed with control," Rejalgar smirks, leaning against the bar as he waits for the drinks. The Jedi manifestly has no idea what he's just ordered, otherwise he probably would've asked for water. This could get even more interesting.

Come to think of it, if he gives the Jedi vaguely good advice, it could work in his favor. "And a glass of water," he says to the bartender. "You're going to want to pace yourself. That drink's a little strong."

Anyway. The whole Jedi/Sith thing. "It might be in some ways. Dark Jedi certainly treat it that way." They had, as one might say, zero chill. Even less than the average Sith. "But I think it's more complicated."