“Have I not taught you many secrets, Asajj?”
“Scraps. Little devices. Lesser arts. Not nearly what you would if I were your apprentice sworn in blood, I know. I am no fool,” she said angrily. As if he didn’t know that. As if she needed to convince him she was deadly. “I have learned much about the Sith. Their lineage and their greatness.”
“But what of their natural history?” Dooku said.
Ventress blinked. “What?”
“The Sith, considered as a species. An insect, perhaps.”
Asajj’s thin lips got thinner. “You mock me.”
“I have rarely been more serious.”