[A soft huff of breath suffices for a chuckle, from Thane. He reaches over Mordin's shoulder to trace Garrus' scarred mandible with his fingertips.]

You were here once. You can handle a bit of patience.

[It's endeared, perhaps even a touch amused; not scolding at all. Interspecies connections, he means -- whether Garrus would pick up on that is another story. But regardless, even if Mordin had experienced either of them before--memory and universes notwithstanding--these things still take time to settle. Especially when dealing with two completely different anatomies at once.]

We'll move as slow or swift as you'll have us, Dr. Solus.

[A hand settles on Mordin's hip. Even in spite of the gentle reminder, Thane cannot help but arch his back at the press of claws on his ass, muscles flexing beneath the scaled texture of his skin. His want, though passions have cooled in the transition, has not died off. And Mordin is a curiosity. He presses a bit closer into the salarian's personal space, nose brushing against a long curved throat.

With his face half-tucked there, Thane tilts his head slightly, dark eyes meeting Garrus' blue.]

And I want to watch you handle him.