"Indeed. I would be glad for a bath tub at this very moment," Essek agrees wryly. "But for a few days, I can make do." Making himself comfortable and clean is quite literally the least of his capabilities.

He insinuates himself a little further against Percival's side, as though the press of his body might help them both miss the feeling of his arms around him just a little less. "As do I," he agrees. The fur against his back is nice, though, and no matter his shape, his alpha's scent is everywhere, mingled with his. He feels secure, loved, and cherished. "Soon, dearest. I am going to keep you in bed for days more." That is a promise.

For now, he feels the need for rest more than anything else, the first time since his heat began that anything has seemed more pressing than finding or fucking Percival.

"How shall we arrange ourselves for sleep, do you think?" he asks. He certainly won't be trancing tonight.