Essek's lips curl up at the corners into a knowing little smirk. "I am pleased that you agree." He really is. The determination he recognizes in his husband's eyes is exciting and attractive, and he finds he is looking forward to testing his mettle even more than he anticipated. And his willing submission always thrills him. "Because I will admit to harboring some...concerns. But we will address them in due time."

Though his posture is already perfect, Essek's chin tilts up a little further. His gaze flits down to Percy's folded hands briefly before returning to his face, curious and intent, but missing its typical warmth.

"First, tell me, Percival: what are you good for?" A fingertip trails lightly along the arm of his chair, his nail dragging along the upholstery as he clarifies, "I am not interested in hearing about the de Rolo name or the wealth and prosperity of Whitestone. What can you offer me as a man?" A delicate brow arches. "As the man who would presume to be my alpha, especially."