Trust Thrawn to be able to focus on the art. Altair was entirely more emotional, unable to keep himself from turning at least a slightly deeper shade of purple than normal. Usually he wore his armor when he felt the need to put some distance between himself and others, or when he felt the need to intimidate. Right now though, he wished he was wearing it so he could hide.

Being older and more mature had not made him have any better control over his emotions, it seemed. At least not when it came to matters of the heart.

But then, it had been a very long time since he'd been open to such emotions.

He was a bit... Out of practice.

And still hesitant to voice it, besides. Out of all the people he could have fallen for, it had to be Thrawn.

"Manaan is lovely, though my memories of the place are somewhat less so. Long story."

That he didn't think he was in the right state of mind to share. Perhaps at a later date.

"You're definitely right though. It reminds me somewhat of some of some of my old art, from when I'd been settled in one place long enough to gain an appreciation for details I might have otherwise missed. It... Is too bad that most of it is lost to time, though."

And considering his preferred medium, none of the art he'd made in his own time was likely to remain. Though he did still have a few older pieces, that he'd had on him when he ended up in the future in the first place.

"Commissioned, hm... Well, out of all the things to work on, this isn't so bad. I commissioned a few things in the past too. And there were those who... Saw me as a fitting subject to get immortalized, let's say."

The statues. The paintings. He hoped most of that was lost to time.

"Surprisingly there were plenty of artists who were delighted when they were contacted for the task."

He hadn't exactly been the most willing of subjects, but- he also hadn't really been able to refuse, all things considered.