Marcus stood, watching the Admiral with his normally unblinking eyes. He reached outward with his extrasensory abilities, to see what exactly he should feel is going on. See if it was safe for him to even do this absolute stupidity. He stepped forward, going to the desk of the Admiral to look her directly in the eyes for a time, and to ultimately make it easier for himself to sense what exactly was going on with her.
He couldn't sense any malice from the good Admiral, and he could almost feel it, probably that Jedi Force he was so aware of now, that he should at least give the Admiral something.
"Your rescues were not required perhaps, but don't you dare hold that over our heads. That would be like me holding any information I give you over your head because it might have helped you out in some situation or another." Marcus said, his voice and features now going grim.
"How much do you trust your guards and cameras, Admiral? For I might have something I think you, this group, and the good captain over there." Marcus said, nodding to Knaake as he said so. "But this wasn't something I was planning on even mentioning to you. So I want some Hutt business security on this. I mean I want some damn well privacy on this. And personally, I don't think that anything I show or tell you would unify anyone, with the galaxy as it is. They would likely take this and use it to get an advantage over each other, not save the goddamned galaxy. Pretty sure the fall of the Republic promised us that much. No delusions of grandeur, no heroic moves, no threat to join us all together. If we are going to chat, we are going to do so seriously, without hoping some Jedi comes out of the asteroids to save us. Clear?" Marcus waited, his hands resting on the desk across from the Admiral. He would not waver, and didn't blink. He waited, almost half expecting some guard to walk up and try to do something. He was ready for it.
If we are going to play Pazaak on high end table, might as well be serious about the stakes. Play your cards, Admiral.