“I think I can accept that.” The commander chuckled, raising his glass in mock salute. “We seem to have at least that much in common.”
Maxine hid her irritation as she returned his gesture. She had hoped to lead Phule off to one of the cocktail lounges, but instead they were standing near the targeted island of slots … too near for her comfort.
“I was wondering if you could answer a question for me, Captain?” she said, drifting slowly along the aisle as if to get a better view of the tables.
“Depends on the question,” Phule answered, but followed along apparently unaware that they were moving.
“Why exactly did you join the Space Legion, anyway?”
The commander gave a slow smile.
“Within the Legion,” he said, “it’s generally considered impolite to ask that question.”
“How very interesting,” Maxine drawled. “However, I’m not in the Legion, nor have I ever been overly concerned with being polite.”
Phule hesitated, then shrugged.
“Oh, just call it a rich boy’s whim,” he said dismissively.
“I find that very hard to believe,” Max pressed, unwilling to let the subject drop.
“How so?”
“In the simplest terms, Mr. Phule, I doubt that anyone in your position has gotten where they are by whimsical or, casual thinking. No, I believe you have a specific purpose behind nearly everything you do, including joining the Space Legion.”
The commander glanced at her sharply.
“How very perceptive of you,” he said. “You’re right, of course. I’ll admit that much. I’m afraid, however, my reasons will have to remain my own. While I can’t fault you for asking, you must also be aware that people in my position don’t stay on top by sharing their plans with others, particularly not with the opposition.”