“What we’re talking about,” Darius said, “is inviting Darth Vader into Cloud City and hoping he doesn’t change the deal on us.” Michael turned to look at him. “Really, Darius?” “Oh, because your farming metaphors were such classic diplomatic language.” Asano chuckled, drawing their attention. “Whoever picked you two did their research,” he said. “They clearly understood that I would respond better to you than someone more caught up in formality.”
