Saga set the water back down, and switched back to his drink instead. He had no experience in going out, but he had a vague idea that drinking too slowly compared to others looked bad, and the last thing he wanted to do was to look weak. He still had about half his drink left, and he quickly drank a bit more.

This conversation was annoying him, though. But the mental image of this Sith being murdered by a random drunken human, like the one waving a bottle around a little behind them, was a good one. He doubted it, but he could entertain himself with it.

"So you're saying you're better than other Sith?" He, at least, wasn't impressed. Or at least he wouldn't acknowledge if he was. "If you're so sure, I'm happy to fight you to test that out."