"Excellent."

The Bothan's fingers swept back through the mane of golden hair atop his head, smoothing it down against the back of his neck. "Have a seat," he said with a casual gesture, pacing carefully across the room; he reached a cupboard, which opened, a bottle of Corellian Whiskey and two glasses emerging.

"I would ask," he said, as he stepped back towards his desk, placing the glasses down, and pouring a healthy measure into the first. "If you wanted a drink. However, after browsing your record, I believe that would be what you Corellians call -" He poured the same into the second glass before setting down the bottle, carefully picking up one of the glasses, and extending it out towards Charlotte. "- a 'stupid question', yes?"