For better or worse, Essek is very good at smooth talking. Well informed about their goals here tonight, he manages to make the necessary connections in what time they have, and is charmingly gracious with their hosts when they beg off a little early. Doing all of this seamlessly while distracted by both Percival and his own body is the real challenge, but he manages.

When they finally depart after completing their farewells, Essek casts Sending as he steers his husband toward the entryway. After listening for a response, he leans up to murmur, "The carriage is ready to return us to the inn. Just a little longer."

Unfortunately, the amount of traveling they've done today has left him without the magical reserves necessary to teleport them tonight. They have rooms rented here in Westruun, and though being home would be preferable, it will have to do until he has tranced. Better than an open corridor, at least.

Even closing the door to the carriage is a relief. Within moments of being alone Essek is pulling the curtains closed and leaning back into the seat opposite Percival. His breathing is audible as he hastily pulls up the dark fabric of his dress, bunching it around his hips again as his legs spread to reveal hopelessly soaked smallclothes and the just the sort of mess on his thighs Percival had anticipated.

"Come here and take care of this," he hisses. "Quickly."