Essek considers the objective answer his husband provides with equal neutrality--right up until Percival drapes himself over his lap. He can't help a pleased little smirk then, as his fingers curl beneath the human's chin.

"Well, that is good to hear," he says with fond amusement. "But you will not have to endure much longer, my love, if you please me tomorrow night."

He takes a firmer hold, manicured nails scraping against light stubble. "In the meantime, however..."

If it still feels good, if he still enjoys doing it, Essek needs no further convincing to choose to indulge. Besides, Percival likes the idea of being used. He gets off on it even when he isn't getting off. So Essek will use him.

He leans down and takes a kiss that becomes a playful but sharp nip before he relaxes back against the couch and pats the space beside him. "Come here."