Their last conversation had been UNSETTLING, at the very least. Although he kept his composure, there was something off about Cecil. Despite his lack of social skills, Kylo had an intuitive sense about people, though there was something about Cecil that he could not identify. A sentiment that only bred further discomfort as he thought about interacting with the spoiled brat again.
He was arrogant. That much was for sure. And Kylo made it plain that his familial riches would not impress him. The order hardly needed riches. Not when the galaxy practically bowed to them already. Though it was still uncertain what exactly Cecil WANTED from the Order. What his goal was. There was clearly something for him too brag so openly about his familial influences. And Kylo assumed that was the only reason he was allowed on board. He couldn’t fathom what other assets the man possessed.
He wouldn’t take the man’s offer to join him for dinner, though Kylo would seek him out. Some time late in the evening, when the halls were quiet and his knights had finished their sparring with him. He would leave immediately after from his training session, grease slicked hair and sweat hiding beneath a masked figure.
He made way to the other man’s quarters. Upon discovering the door was unlocked he took it upon himself to enter of his own accord. There were no SECRETS hidden from Kylo aboard the finalizer. Privacy was an illusion he was quick to exploit.