Yes, that was the opening he was waiting for. Percival hesitates, and Essek watches, waits. If this were real, he would already be pushing, exploiting this weakness he's uncovered. But he gives his husband the chance to collect himself--or tap out should he find that this topic hits harder than he'd anticipated.

Essek's head tilts a degree or two with curiosity when he finally responds, and he allows a little sharp pleasure to show in the arch of a brow and the curl of his lips.

"That is certainly true," he agrees. It is an interesting angle, this concession, and he likes the conclusion it brings him to. "You need me," he murmurs. "Is that it? You know that I am the only one capable of controlling you, wild thing that you are, and you want me to bring you to heel."

If he wasn't wet before, he certainly is now.

"Perhaps there is something to be said for a dog's loyalty." Essek smiles, but not kindly. "I do enjoy the idea of an alpha who readily admits that he is in need of my firm guidance. But if I am to hold your lead, pet, your place is not there." Slender fingers unfurl in a graceful gesture toward Percy's chair, then a sharper one pointing down at the floor in front of his own. "It is here."

Expertly, Essek directs the force of gravity around his husband just enough that he will feel a change--the weight of his body slightly heavier than it was a moment ago, and a noticeable pull toward the spot he indicates. It is merely a suggestion, not so powerful that it can't be resisted. But he will certainly feel much more comfortable if he winds up where Essek wants him.