"Yes, let's," Thrawn sat down next to Astarion, already undoing the clasps of the drow armor he wore. The gloves came off first, and then Thrawn removed the chest plate of his armor. The drow had such an interesting make and design for their armor, though this had been slightly modified for easier removal.

Setting the gloves and chest plate aside, Thrawn was down to the high-collared under-armor that typically came with armor such as this. Already, he was removing the garment, opening it up just enough to expose his neck.

Tilting his head to the side, he closed his eyes. "You may bite when ready."