[Luke's ice-blue eyes flare with irritation. He can FEEL the cold rage rising in Adele, and for an instant he began to mirror it. He hated being lied to. By a man who wanted to call himself his partner? No, he was a pale imitation of Han, for all that he played at being an altruistic scoundrel. Han wouldn't have even dreamed of breaking a promise. Luke's fist pounded into a nearby dresser, rattling the entire room]
I hate when people lie to me. Its one of the few traits I can't abide.
September 14th [Action.]
I hate when people lie to me. Its one of the few traits I can't abide.