Almost frightening how on the job they were. But then, perhaps that was typical of bodyguards where Thrawn was from. In Faerûn, there was usually more emotion even between employer and employee. He couldn't imagine Karlach being like that back when she still protected Gortash for example.

It didn't hold his attention for too long though, locking the door behind him and Thrawn once they were inside and setting the key down on the table right next to it where it was in plain view- an easy out, should Thrawn reconsider.

As soon as Thrawn had shed his cloak, Astarion was on him though, one arm slipping around his waist to pull him close as he claimed his mouth with his, the other moving up so he could bury long fingers into dark hair to keep him in place.