Essek is... beautiful. Something soft and warm blossoms in Percival's chest when he sees his husband bare and pleased and able to relax. He waits for Essek to settle in the tub before slipping in to join him, deciding to sit facing each other rather than making Essek shuffle to accommodate him otherwise. It also means he can watch Essek as much as he pleases and he can feel the drow's legs brush against his own.

He closes his eyes for a second as he sinks up to his shoulders. When he opens his eyes again, he lolls his head to look at Essek, admiring him again as the wizard rests his head against the tub. A hand moves beneath the water to slide over Essek's calf, down to his ankle.

"Better?" he asks, even knowing the answer. Percival realizes that he still has his glasses on but decides not to do anything about that just yet. If he sets them down now, he'll forget where he left them. He has other pairs, but he would still rather not lose these.