“No doubt,” Kylo replied, thoroughly unimpressed with the assertion. “I have better things to do than worry about your furniture, General. Where would you suggest I go instead?”

He cocked a hip against his work bench, fixing Hux with a steady gaze. “No, of course you don’t,” he said. “I don’t think you could be any less reverent of the power of the Force as it is. Still, I have my needs, and you have yours. What compromise can we reach?”

“I believe the only compromise we could ever reach would be if you stopped destroying them. The Supreme Leader may approve of your… outbursts, but I sadly do not, Kylo.”

There was a pause, “Take it out on the Resistance or in a training room, but do not take it out on new electronics. You may find that there are many in the Order who… disprove of your actions. Myself being the major factor in that simple amount of disapproval.”