The deep blue robe is soft against his heated skin. Essek has worn it a few times over the last few days, whenever he's gotten particularly cold. He's considering keeping it for himself, and the way Percival is looking at him now as he ties it around his bare body is a point in favor.

But needs must, and he covers it quickly with his own heavy cloak after pulling his stockings and boots on. They're both ready. All he has left to do is cast.

"To your room, then," he says, and reaches out to take one of Percival's hands in his. It isn't strictly necessary for the spell, but he's always found that physical connection helps him focus on those he is bringing along with him. Closing his eyes, he speaks the words in Undercommon and then the world folds around them.

Essek is well acquainted with his husband's bedchamber, and as what he is currently wearing came from that very room, the chances of his teleport being off target are incredibly slim. They arrive in less than a second exactly where he predicated, standing together at the foot of the stately bed--the spot he is most familiar with. The warmth of the space hits him immediately, and there is a sense of relief at simply being indoors again. This is where he wants to spend the second half of his heat.

"Well," he says primly, "that was an adventure."