"It is cute that a creature such as yourself thinks that you are worthy to share a league with us. We can easily step on an ant like you but twelve rich kids vs one peasant is far from fair odds."
"I could defeat you here and now but I have no desire for any easy victory at the moment. As an act of mercy, I will command the other members of The 1% Club to let you be...for now."
He does not relax his current stance at the moment.
He activates his lightsaber and assumes a Juyo opening stance.
"I do not need Sandaion and Metaion to take your head from your shoulders. I can fulfill that task myself because your party tricks mean nothing to me."
"I suppose that I will teach you the same lesson that your cat has learned the hard way."
He releases a loud whistle as a pair of his hounds appear behind the man with glowing red eyes and audible snarling from both of them.
"You can step around me or my pets will remove you."
"They have no interest in some backwater planet that they view as an insignificant speck beneath their notice unless they are given a reason to acknowledge it."
"The 1% Club thinks of it as a spectator sport since they like to have a betting pool on which native creature will respond to the struggling victim first."
"Watch your tone because on my homeworld, people like you usually end up hanging from the sky by golden chains until the local wildlife makes a meal out of you."
He catches her fist in his palm and uses his Shatterpoint ability to pour the Force into the weak points of the metal arm as it starts to fracture with several large cracks appearing on the surface of it.