Essek makes a disgruntled and disappointed noise, nearly a snarl, in response to being rejected, even if it is gentle and well-meaning. He's used to getting what he wants, and increasingly what he wants is his husband's cock. Over and over again, preferably.
Still, he does reluctantly recognize his need for sustenance. He accepts Percival's help out of the tub and allows him to wrap a towel around him afterward, though he tolerates only a little of his touch to dry him off. Still damp and dripping water, he enters the bedroom just like that, leaving a trail of wet footprints.
The tray carrying their lunch is on the side table by the door, so at least whoever delivered it didn't have to be in the room for long. He identifies tea and finger foods, things that taste appealing, but nothing heavy or complicated to eat. The exact right food for heat, where he doesn't have much patience for long meals or anything that will make him feel too full. Someone in the kitchen knows what they're doing, and he turns to tell Percival as much.
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Still, he does reluctantly recognize his need for sustenance. He accepts Percival's help out of the tub and allows him to wrap a towel around him afterward, though he tolerates only a little of his touch to dry him off. Still damp and dripping water, he enters the bedroom just like that, leaving a trail of wet footprints.
The tray carrying their lunch is on the side table by the door, so at least whoever delivered it didn't have to be in the room for long. He identifies tea and finger foods, things that taste appealing, but nothing heavy or complicated to eat. The exact right food for heat, where he doesn't have much patience for long meals or anything that will make him feel too full. Someone in the kitchen knows what they're doing, and he turns to tell Percival as much.