Thrass smirked knowingly at Altair. "That it does." He looked at his brother and saw his cheeks heating up, even as he kept that stoic look he always did. He swore he was about to knock their heads together at this point.

"Likewise, I was telling Altair how that lighter thread there is much like his own hair, and is equally lovely," Thrawn said, apparently oblivious to Thrass raising an eyebrow at him.