Essek raises a brow, but he did say exactly what Percival probably thinks he did. After more than a year of marriage, it would make sense for him to have picked up some Undercommon--particularly the filthier phrases. If he's already come to that conclusion, he doesn't need to confirm it.

Since it is rather the point of this interlude, he does allow himself to be drawn closer again, easily done when he is still hovering several inches from the floor. His hands brace against Percy's shoulders, and his mouth settles somewhere between a pout and a frown. (Blow off some steam, he thinks--that's the correct phrase.)

"That is precisely the problem. While the sentiment is appreciated, my husband typically reserves the breaking of jaws for more grievous offenses than daring a little flirtation with me." Something needs to be done to keep these impulses in check, or they really will have to go, even if Percival continues to stubbornly insist he'll be fine. Better to insult by quietly departing early than by causing a scene.

Still, Essek is fairly certain he knows what would help. He just needs to find somewhere close that is at least somewhat secluded, though he can't be too choosy in present circumstances. Besides, he suspects that in his current state, Percival might find it especially appealing to stake a claim on him where they might be discovered.

"Would you feel more at ease," he murmurs, "if you could touch me now? Exactly the way you want to?"