There's a soft hum from Essek at the scrape of teeth against his hip, and a gentle tremor through his body as their eyes meet this way. His hand lifts to cup Percival's cheek fondly as the other continues to scratch through his hair. That grin is handsome and endearing. In his husband's face he can see hope and excitement and love and reverence, and that is only on the surface. So many reasons to be glad he's chosen this path.

"I expect no less, as I will be the one doing all of the work," he teases, smiling just enough for a glimpse at his fangs.

But he can't let such a provocative (and entertaining) comment pass without remark. "Every room, dear one? Ambitious, even for you." He isn't arguing. In fact, he finds it charming. Trust Percival to make a bold claim to assure him of his continued desire.