“This is MOST undignified.” Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his
chest, glaring up at the count as the man typed away at his computer.

“I am quite sure it is, however, its the safest way to contain you
and keep an eye on you.” Dooku offered primly in return.

“Where did you even get a Force resistant hamster cage!?”

“I had it made, why do you think the second floor is made from
transparisteel? And that there are furniture in it.” Dooku hummed
quietly before taking a sip of his tea and eyeing a report from
Asajj.

Obi-Wan threw the squishy looking armchair behind him a look. “…I
did wonder about that. How long did you plan this?”

“I plan for weeks in advance, as any good tactician should. Is it
adequate?”

“…The bed is softer then I’m used to. It seems ridiculously
expensive for such a little bed.” Obi-Wan sighed then eyed the cup
the other had. “…That looks good. Sapir tea?” He swallowed.

“Yes.”

“…You’ll be a gentleman and give me some too yes?” Obi-Wan
sighed.

Dooku gave a low chuckle but reached into his drawer and pulled out a
small cup and an eyedropper.

He carefully put a drop in the cup and held it out to the cage,
raising an eyebrow as Obi-Wan took the cup from his hands. “Well?”

“Thank you count.” Obi-Wan sighed then sat down in the squishy
armchair and sipped slowly.

“Would you like a choco ball?”

“A whole?” Obi-Wan raised his eyebrow.

“Good heavens no man, I seen you on a sugar craze. One thirds.”

“Half.”

“Hmm…agreeable.”