If she thought he spelled it out clearly now, let her pray they never crossed paths with his chip removed and his presence fully on display. The Force moved Darkly, and it was deeply cold and often felt like Death itself stalking you.

"We have lords as well. And it is among one of my titles." He used to belong to one. And Jabba now knew to fear him. And either would likely fit him, as would the actual title of Diamyo given his governorship of the Mustafar system.

Vader was enjoying toying with her. To himself, he could admit it, and he more than suspected she was aware of it. But for all the rage constantly burning inside, he didn't lash out without reason and she hasn't given him one. One could be excused pawing at prey if the prey were rude like a nexxu might a bist if they were both bored and cross. But not for going in for a kill. "Are you? Perhaps you should consider calling on me another time to learn to step more quietly. Otherwise, I shall leave you to be on your way." But if he caught her attempting at spying on him again, he would firmly teach her a lesson.