Percy gives Essek a keen look when he so casually suggests the cave he uses could use improvements. His thumb strokes over the delicate ankle beneath his hand.

"Oh? It's served me well enough," he answers, eyes bright behind his glasses. "Are you intending to move in, darling?"

He wants to hear it. There's a shiver of excitement at the thought that Essek wants to spend time with him, regardless of his shape. Percival has to imagine his husband will not be moved to spend every full moon with him, or that he will stay every night when he does, but... the possibility that Essek will be with him at all is enough.

And he's already considering what might be done to improve his home-away-from-home.

"And I recall you sleeping on me most of the time. Was I not a good bed?"

A smile threatens. He's allowed to tease, isn't he?