Thrawn gently brushes his tongue along Eli's lips as they kiss, cupping his face in his hand, stroking his cheekbone with a thumb. When they part lips, Thrawn's eyes are glittering, and he replies in Sy Bisti, "Yes. Very good."

Gently, Thrawn pulls Eli up to a sitting position. That desk is probably going to feel uncomfortable soon. "Shall we move to somewhere more comfortable?"