So there she was standing before him, solid and strong, unafraid and unaffected by his presence. At first it seemed like they were in a stand off, neither one willing to speak first. Until Kia decided to be the first to break the uncomfortable silence.

"She should not have said that to you," she blurts out, her modulated voice vibrating through her helmet.

It was strange how their helmets and armor, originally meant to hide their individuality, actually revealed details about the person, such as their youth, training, culture and beliefs. Only other Mandalorians would understand this. Her armor was decorated to display her accomplishments as a fighter pilot for the Rebel Alliance, as well as other markings to represent her clan's signet. Yet his brightly shiny armor had no markings at all, except for a single mudhorn symbol carved onto his left shoulder plate.

Under the bright illumination coming from the streets above, he was now able to see her armor in clear view. It was jet black, unlike his flashy silver plates. He could tell it had been fused with durasteel and beskar, making it less durable but more lightweight than his. Hers had been painted with several dark green markings of a carnivorous feline, as well as a few Rebel symbols in red ink throughout. Her armor reflected the light around her, making her appear more menacing than him. In Mandalorian culture, the color black stood for justice.

"What the hell are you talking about?!" His voice coming out rough as he gritted between clenched teeth. Her words sparked a hint of rage and anxiety deep in his heart.

"That woman in your covert. Although she has the ability to exile you from the clan, but she does not have the authority to strip you of your identity like that. No matter what you did, you are a Mandalorian!" Kia retorted, trying to sound more like a peaceful negotiator rather than an outsider threatening his beliefs. "I understand you value her as a leader, but technically," she says as she takes a few steps towards him, "you are at a higher rank than she is."

"Are you spying on me?" He replied quickly as she he can tell his hands were held in tight fists, his voice now dropping low and harsh.

"I needed to learn more about you," Kia explained calmly as she stepped up closer towards him. "There is only so much I was able to extract from the kid's memories."

"So you read minds?" He asked, but this time he sounded slightly more relaxed.

"I certainly have that ability, but I don't do it unless I believe it was absolutely necessary. I know a lot about you already. I know you brought the kid to an underground fighting pit. Also, I've been meaning to ask you. Did you really kill a krayt dragon?"

"I had help," he said flatly, now appearing more calm and reserved.

"As I said before. I am a clan of one, and you were just excluded from yours. We need each other," Kia murmured as she removes her helmet, instantly making eye contact with him. "What do you say?"

"I work alone," he blurts out coldly. The sudden change in his life has left him feeling empty and unnerved.

"Do you now?" Kia responds with a frisky grin as she steps up even closer to him, now only an inch away as she closes the gap between them. He was a bit taller than her, with broad shoulders and a confident posture, his cape flowing behind him, and his shiny armor twinkling in the city lights. He remained absolutely still when she placed her hand gently on his shiny chest plate, looking up at him with her doe eyes as she held her helmet under her arm.

"Then how about I offer you something else, a deal we can both benefit from?" Her voice now a whisper. She is so close that he can feel the heat of her breath on his neck, sending a shiver up his spine as he visibly swallowed hard.

She had always been rather brave with men in general whenever she wanted to be, yet the idea of flirting with Din Djarin excited her quite a bit. The men she has met in her past usually found her attractive. She's not entirely sure if her invitations are working with the shiny armored man before her, but he hasn't pushed her away.

The only movement he has made was his glistening helmet tilting down slightly to look at her, the rest of his body was stiff as if he was frozen in place. He could easily walk away, tell her to back off and shove her back. But does he really want to?

It was in this moment that he was able to see her features more clearly under the street lamps. Brilliant sapphire eyes and olive skin tone, along with her dark ebony hair glimmering in the light as it's pulled back in a messy braid, as well as a prominent jawline and nose. She was...incredibly beautiful.

What law should he follow in regards to this situation? He has already broken his creed. Already been kicked out of his clan, the only family he's ever known. Although he's still dedicated to his faith and his ideology, but here is an attractive female Mandalorian from a different clan - a Jedi Knight - who is offering herself to him freely.

"I thought Jedi were supposed to forgo all attachments?" He asked nervously in his deep voice, never moving a single muscle as he looks down at her.

"Attachments? Who said anything about that?" She laughed gently, her hand still placed on his chest plate. "Besides..." she whispered with a playful smile as her hand slowly glides downwards, "...do you always do what as your told?" Her voice now coming out soft, almost a whisper as her fingers grip hard onto his belt buckle.

She made him sweat under his helmet, and a cold shiver travels up his spine then settles in his core, striking a cord deep inside him. It's not like he has never slept with women before. He's certainly not a virgin. Yet underneath his tough exterior, was a restless and lonely man who is too proud to admit he was fed up with being alone. This woman fascinates him. She lives in two separate worlds, two different beliefs, and two opposite codes of honor. She clearly doesn't follow the same code he does, and he's silently thankful she doesn't.

He wanted her. He wanted to show her what he is capable of, to feel how soft her skin is, and to hear all the pretty noises she'll make as she trembles under his touch. It's been so long - so long - since he's been with anyone. For the past year, all he did was focus on his next bounty, finding the Jedi, and caring and protecting the kid. His life had no room for these moments.

To him, she was like a ray of sunshine that fueled him with desire. A yearning to know more about her and to explore the galaxy with her. Kia has enticed him to a point that it makes him feel weak. His stomach turned as he looks down at her. They've only just met. What is this hold she has over him?

"So do you have a rule on touching?" She says after a brief moment of silence, her voice going soft like a breath of air.

For a moment, there was another second of quietness until his deep voice roared vibrated through his chest, "I have a loophole."

His answer sends a chill up her spine, the wetness of her sudden arousal began leaking into her panties, her heart pounded through her chest. She lets go of her helmet, letting it drop to the floor with a bang, then she placed her gloved hand on his upper forearm, the soft area under his shoulder plates. Her other hand still gripping onto his belt buckle. "Is this allowed?" She asked lightheartedly.

His next response made her feel weak in her knees as it sends a rush of excitement through her body. He lowers his helmet down a few inches away from her forehead, his voice echoing into her ears like sweet syrupy honey.

"Are you sure you want to go down this road with me?" He rumbles deep in his husky voice.

"Absolutely, Din Djarin. You will truly be my first Mandalorian," she says breathlessly as her hand moves from his forearm, sliding upwards along his shoulder plate and settles on his collarbone at the base of his neck. He still hasn't moved a damn muscle, his arms were hanging on either side of him and his helmet tilted down to look at her.

After a tantalizingly long pause, he lowers his helmet down to rest onto her forehead before speaking in a low raspy voice, "So what's your rule on touching?"

"Oh, well touching me comes with a price," she says with a soft moan.

"That's not fair," he huffs in frustration. "What do you want?"

"Hm, I'll tell you what the price is when once I'm ready to collect," she murmurs but he responds with a low growl.

Another long pause and she says, "I've never received a Keldabe kiss from another Mandalorian before."

"And I've never given one to another Mandalorian before," he replied as he placed his gloved hands on her waist.

"Touching will cost you, Din," she whispers.

"It's worth the risk," he mutters as he pulls her closer towards him.

"How about we resume this at a more private place? I saw a hotel on the Main Street as I came in," she asked, hoping he would agree. Her answer was immediately provided.

"Lead the way," he murmured, and she could sense a sly smirk under his helmet. No need to use the Force, she knew how to read voices and nonverbal actions to understand those in armor.

She stepped back a bit and picked up her helmet then lowering it into her shoulders, "This way," she says softly, spins around, and heads towards the center of the city with Din closely behind her.