[Thane tilts his head slightly as Mordin launches into another round of his tendency to think out loud -- fast, practically an explosion of thoughts. Most of them centered on him. Are they truly observations, or had he and Garrus gotten the respectable doctor all flustered? ...Perhaps some of both, he reasons to himself, and doesn't draw his hand away. The natural toxins in his skin have been a burden in many ways, but they've also been... somewhat entertaining, to say the least. Particularly where Garrus is concerned.
Of course, his mind roams to wonder what effect it'd have on a salarian-- if any. But Thane can't exactly picture Mordin the type to run his tongue over those scales, or slide down even lower... much like the way Garrus' hand is doing, now. The drell's black lids flutter over his eyes, brief, hips shifting partially toward that touch and partially just... to be near them both, whatever contact is necessary. It's a sight he finds he enjoys, amused and endeared, as Garrus' mouthplates press and nuzzle against Mordin's face. He leans in to press another kiss to the turian's mandible, still drawing his hand over the unique shape of Mordin's form beneath his labcoat, how long and thin salarians tend to be. Thane knows he is the shortest in the room right now.]
Drell venom does have an effect on humans and turians alike, yes.
[His voice is a deep thrum in his throat, lower and richer with a hunger that he doesn't even bother trying to conceal. Nothing about this situation merits that, by a long shot.]
well, there's a lot of alien penis. that's basically it.
Of course, his mind roams to wonder what effect it'd have on a salarian-- if any. But Thane can't exactly picture Mordin the type to run his tongue over those scales, or slide down even lower... much like the way Garrus' hand is doing, now. The drell's black lids flutter over his eyes, brief, hips shifting partially toward that touch and partially just... to be near them both, whatever contact is necessary. It's a sight he finds he enjoys, amused and endeared, as Garrus' mouthplates press and nuzzle against Mordin's face. He leans in to press another kiss to the turian's mandible, still drawing his hand over the unique shape of Mordin's form beneath his labcoat, how long and thin salarians tend to be. Thane knows he is the shortest in the room right now.]
Drell venom does have an effect on humans and turians alike, yes.
[His voice is a deep thrum in his throat, lower and richer with a hunger that he doesn't even bother trying to conceal. Nothing about this situation merits that, by a long shot.]