Devon, who'd been managing the bar, is very good at giving people what they want. If Garth'zel wanted something strong, he'd get something strong. Possibly too strong. The kittens teleport off the chair and go off to chase... something that only they could see.

The blank look continues for a moment followed by one of disbelief and then thoughtfulness. "Well, you're not very good at being an opposite. I think my father, at least, would have mentioned it when warning about the perils of the Dark Side."

At least he didn't seem to be disturbed at sitting near a dark side user.