Percival isn't the only one admiring. Essek watches him with a keen gaze and stretches his legs out when a hand caresses down his calf. The tips of his toes nudge at the inside of a pale thigh before sliding up over his hip, and a quietly bemused smile unfurls slowly across Essek's lips.

"Much. We must do something about the conditions in that hideaway of yours before the next full moon. I will need a tub and a bed at the very least."

Casually, he expresses his continued interest in joining Percy for future transformations, with the assumption that he will be permitted to. Why should his husband have to spend that time alone when Essek has seen all now and is still perfectly willing to be with him? Even as a wolf, Percival has proved to be kind, conscientious, and witty as ever--not to mention a generous lover.