Ardam's mirth was cut short by the familiar feeling of deathly fear. The fear itself didn't ruin his mood: he'd been hit with worse, and over the years he'd learned to live with the instilled terror when needs be. No, what turned his smile into a scowl of hostile concentration was the fact that the Sith was so willing to use the force on him directly. It hinted at callousness, and a certain ruthlessness that made his job much harder.
He spoke, his voice much more serious, and a mite more overtly hospitable. "The wonders of modern technology are myriad. A little creativity is all that you really need. And, of course, not an insignificant amount of ruthlessness.". The few million credits worth of 'ware and getting on eight years of experience didn't hurt. It wasn't a harder or more dangerous job than being a regular professional soldier, not really, but Ardam supposed most people didn't get lucky enough to survive their first fight, or crazy enough to look for a second.
The offer caught him almost as off guard as the tea, which he refused. He knew directness was what the "dark side" was all about, but there are certain protocols people follow when they're trying to commit treason. He'd done it more than once, albeit to much smaller organizations, after all. He wanted to tell the man to kill himself and stop asking damn fool questions, but Ardam was truly curious. And, as a last resort, the Admiral would no doubt be too.
"Not here, I'm not. I might be on the shuttle. And I'm not a bounty hunter, for the record. Follow me." Ardam hefted the girl over his shoulder, surprised he didn't hear her gasp or twitch when he accidentally knocked her broken knee with his arm. He made his way up the stairs to the flight pads, not waiting to see if the Sith was following him. The fighter he'd come down with had gone, no doubt taken by a courier or officer who needed it more. In its place was the shuttle he'd had arranged to be sent from the Bazaar. He was glad the giant ship had arrived: he hated waiting. Climbing into the white-painted three-winged junker, he waited for the sith to join him in the cockpit before he lifted off, rocketing skywards, the jedi sprawled unconscious in the rear.