Percy decides to keep his observations to himself, but there is something very attractive about Essek getting snarly at him. He also resists the urge to roll his eyes when his husband barely dries off and promptly heads back into the bedroom, bare and damp. He smiles once Essek's back is turned and he grabs another robe before following after him.

"I did tell them you'd be going into heat," he says after Essek comments on the suitability of the food. "And they've been cooking for you all this time. I told them to make sure it would be things you like, but prepared for ah... this particular time."

The kitchen staff are well prepared to provide for specific dietary needs, whether it be a normal day, a period of heat or rut, a pregnancy, illness - anything. Percy gets close enough to drape the robe he's carrying over Essek's beautiful, narrow shoulders and he leans down to kiss the back of his husband's neck.

"Don't be cross with me," he murmurs, lips trailing slowly up toward Essek's hairline. Then he lifts his head and reaches past Essek to pick up a piece of sausage wrapped in pastry.