A More Personal Alliance

Shae took another sip of netra'gal before continuing. "I know you didn't grow up in our culture, and that you're still learning our ways. But you should know most of us marry young and start families. And the clans are starting to think it's high time both of us did the same."

"I can't imagine you'd have a hard time finding volunteers to be with you," he said. While she was past the first bloom of youth, Shae was still an attractive woman, and after he'd fought her to a standstill on Rishi during the Blood Hunt, they'd worked well together in the fight against Revan. The fact that she was a battle-hardened veteran and brilliant general only made her more appealing, by his standards.

She raised an eyebrow, then shrugged. "I could say the same. You're ori'mandokarla, you're kote'la, and you're loaded. That'll make you ori'copyc for sure. Doesn't hurt that you're easy on the eyes. Mando girls like scars," she said, reaching forward and, with a gentle fingertip, tracing the jagged line from his left eyebrow, down and across his broad face to the right side of his jaw. It was the mark of a shockwhip's lash from when he'd stood between the overseer and another **** the Gamorrean had been punishing, many years before. Shae had said he had 'the right stuff' for Mando culture - the guts and spirit of a Mandalorian - as well as having glory, and that gave him great appeal. She then tapped his chestplate with the back of her gauntlet, producing a soft, dense clunk. "Of course, that ignores the issue of the darjetii woman you're already with. Which I don't imagine she'd take too kindly."