| He lends you his blanket to keep your shoulders warm. | | |
| He cleans out the cage of the Slave I for you. | | |
| His helmet scanner flips down when you walk in the room. | | |
| He doesn’t wash your lipstick from his helmet. | | |
| His pet name for you is “Slave II” | | |
| “No more, no less” is how much he’ll pay for dinner. | | |
| He’s glad that you’re not “permanently damaged”. | | |
| He’ll only let you borrow his jetpack if he’s still wearing it. | | |
| He tells you, “you’re worth a lot him” | | |
| The answer to all your questions is: “As you wish” | | |
| He force-feeds you so you won’t die. | | |
| On occasion he can be heard saying: “She’s no good to me dead” | | |
| He admits to you how frightened he was in the Sarlacc Pit | | |
| If you injure your toe he chains you up for two days. | | |
| He’s got that special twinkle in his helmet. | | |
| He stares at you menacingly (this means behind his helmet he’s winking). | | |
| Everywhere you go you hear blaster fires and all the men around you seem to be dropping dead. | | |
| He lets you stroke his wookie hairs. | | |
| He doesn’t shoot you when you grab his groin. | |