( Judging by the lofty expression that he fixes her with as a response, he very much does consider respect something worth hoping for - if not outright demanding, but Rey is hardly made of the sort of mettle that would allow him to conflate fear with respect without her smacking him over the head with the business end of her quarterstaff as a result. Still, there is a distinct lack of oppressive seriousness in the delicate way that he exhales, as if offended, that gives away the belying amusement lurking underneath the surface, and as if to remind her of the precarious situation that he holds her in, Kylo pivots toward the narrow mattress that he tries to sleep on - as if anything of the sort could be done on something so uncomfortable and as if he was actually planning on going anywhere else with her - and threatens through gesture alone to drop her unceremoniously in retaliation. )
I would argue that's primarily because you're using the word elder in the same way that most people would try to cast some kind of ancient magic spell. ( When he dumps her on the mattress, almost as if using the weight of her body as a punctuation mark on the point that he's trying to make, he finds himself half-sprawled over her legs, one knee on the edge of the bunk, after failing to account for her arm left thrown over his shoulder and reaching down his back. If he notices that her social skills could use some polishing, there's no mention of it or pause to highlight it. They're both a little stunted, in that regard, and her social skills fit fine with his own even when she's got her teeth bared and her lightsaber up over her head, trying to knock his legs out from underneath him.
Fortunately, both of their blades are on the desk, this time. ) And you're the one saying it. Maybe you're the pervert.
one day i will not be too tired to juggle three threads at once again. ONE DAY.
I would argue that's primarily because you're using the word elder in the same way that most people would try to cast some kind of ancient magic spell. ( When he dumps her on the mattress, almost as if using the weight of her body as a punctuation mark on the point that he's trying to make, he finds himself half-sprawled over her legs, one knee on the edge of the bunk, after failing to account for her arm left thrown over his shoulder and reaching down his back. If he notices that her social skills could use some polishing, there's no mention of it or pause to highlight it. They're both a little stunted, in that regard, and her social skills fit fine with his own even when she's got her teeth bared and her lightsaber up over her head, trying to knock his legs out from underneath him.
Fortunately, both of their blades are on the desk, this time. ) And you're the one saying it. Maybe you're the pervert.
( Kylo Ren is a delicate flower. )