Essek does arch a brow as Percival drops his hand, praising the hike that Essek knows very well takes him the better part of a day. He has a quip ready about advising Lord de Rolo as Whitestone's Conservator of Arcane Interests to utilize magical advantages when they are presented, but thankfully his husband redeems himself quickly enough. His expression surely conveys enough, anyway.
The time is right for lunch, but what he would appreciate even more is a bath. A smirk flickers over his lips as Percival suggests it, and Essek reaches up to catch his chin between his fingers, leaning up as he tugs him down for a brief kiss as a reward.
"Clever boy," he purrs. "You know my mind too well."
Considering that agreed upon, he releases his husband and turns toward the door to summon a servant. Though they are indoors, he keeps his heavy cloak on as he speaks to the chamberlain who answers him about having meals delivered here. Though the extra layer does little to conceal his scent, it at the very least conserves his modesty. He wouldn't be seen by anyone but Percival in the robe he is wearing beneath it.
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The time is right for lunch, but what he would appreciate even more is a bath. A smirk flickers over his lips as Percival suggests it, and Essek reaches up to catch his chin between his fingers, leaning up as he tugs him down for a brief kiss as a reward.
"Clever boy," he purrs. "You know my mind too well."
Considering that agreed upon, he releases his husband and turns toward the door to summon a servant. Though they are indoors, he keeps his heavy cloak on as he speaks to the chamberlain who answers him about having meals delivered here. Though the extra layer does little to conceal his scent, it at the very least conserves his modesty. He wouldn't be seen by anyone but Percival in the robe he is wearing beneath it.