"As were you," Thrawn leans in to touch their foreheads together. "I too would like to do that again, but without the costumes and characters. I don't need you to be Horatio Figg or any other for me to make love to you as hard as I did."

He gently strokes Eli's arm soothingly, holding him close, liking the feel of Eli's skin. He's so beautiful in the afterglow. "And, if you need to take leave, I will understand. I will tell the crew that you are feeling unwell and need to take a day off." The crew will believe Thrawn, or at least know better than to ask him questions.