Mag bit his tongue, resisting the urge to argue with the man sitting next to him. He had no love for the Empire, what was once the Republic or the Jedi and would gladly see all three be wiped out of existence. What he did love, though, was a good battle and there was no denying that there had been quite a few of those. In the end, who hasn’t had an employer that they hated? No one he’s ever known.
It was that simple and yet it wasn’t at the same time. So he left it alone.
He returned the smirk with one of his own and a nod. “I’d think less of you if you did believe it.”
There was a long sigh as he rubbed his temple before sitting up a bit, rolling his head from side to side to relieve stress—if there was any that could actually be reduced from such a motion.
"Glad to know I’m living up to your expectations then, huh?" He smirked, nodding to the other drink in front of him. "You going to tell me more? Or is it something for another place than this?"