"I could write a whole article about the implications of this," The doctor said. "Don't worry, doctor-patient confidentiality, plus the admiral here swore me to secrecy."

"Thank you, doctor," Thrawn said. "You may go. I will have Waffle escort you back to the shuttle." The doctor packed up her things, nodded at both of them, and went back downstairs, as Thrawn got out his commlink and gave orders to Waffle.

"You wanted to bite me when we were having sex," Thrawn stated, once he put his commlink away and was sure the doctor was out of earshot. "I could tell. You only held off so as not to give yourself away."