When Tyl and his babies arrive in Dooku’s office, the Count is facing away from them, hands clasped behind his back as he gazes contemplatively out of the large window that dominates one side of the room. Upon hearing his visitor’s announcement, he sighs softly and slowly turns to face his guests.

“To begin with, I might offer you something to drink,” he says, bound to observe the formalities even if he’s not sure whether Tyl does eat or drink. “Then, perhaps, information. I have come across certain knowledge that I believe will be of interest to you.”

He gestures at a row of chairs at a desk, in case they want to sit. Another formality he expects will not be observed.