Why did you abduct me?

"I swear I've seen Miss Yetsu before," Yisu mumbles, circling like a pesky fly around Anakin, who is fully absorbed in cleaning and sharpening his sword.

Anakin's hands move steadily, the blade catching the light with each meticulous wipe of the cloth. Yisu rambles on, speculating about where he might have seen her before, but Anakin's silence grows heavier, his patience thinning.

Yisu stops beside Anakin. "It's driving me crazy…Your Highness, don't you remember her from somewhere?"

Anakin's sword swiftly flashes, the polished tip stopping just short of Yisu's throat. His eyes darken, sharp and unblinking, as if daring Yisu to speak again. 

Yisu's eyes bulge. "Whoa!" and his hands shoot up in surrender. He chuckles nervously as he slowly sways the sword away from his throat using his fingertips. "Okay, okay. I'll shut up," he says with an exaggerated bow.