Zeta turned his head for a moment to watch his master walk forward and past the two Sith and into the cockpit are. He then quickly turned back to Malice, studying him quietly.
"I don't like you..."
His face showed no expression as he spoke, the only expression he held was within his own eyes.
"Nonetheless, I sense that we will need to wrok together during this mission. I will not do so for my own purposes, but for Master Snack, because I imagine he wishes it. I am ever loyal to him."
Zeta cared not for Malice's manner, he often never took anything as seriously as Zeta did. Zeta wasn't the type to play around. He liked to get things done, and anything he did, he meant business.
"That mouth of yours will cause you more harm than good...at least around me, keep your humor to yourself or you will find your lips will not work as properly as they do now."
Zeta's face almost appeared lifeless as he continued to look at Malice, the coldness and hatred never leaving his eyes.