Imagine how Atton felt. He'd lived in ways best described as 'spartan' since his Sith days, and here he was. With an apartment full of stuff.

He'd maintain at least two thirds of it was Dane's, but still: that was more stuff than he'd owned since he was a kid.

"And the student will become the master," he intoned. "I'm looking forward to it." He shot her a faintly smirky smile. "How's life been, anyway?"