"It's...valuable. Money, some places. Good for trade," he explained, giving Nyx a not terribly good description as they made their way to his quarters.

He couldn't keep his hands off Nyx's bare skin, trying not to cross any lines even as his touch grew rougher with every purr of approval.

"I have a lot. One day, if I ever want a home on a planet, or a small private vessel, I'll be set," he told him.

He didn't tell anyone about his plans or his savings. Few even knew he fought at all.