There is no thrill quite like watching his alpha sink to his knees in front of him. The spark of hunger in Essek's gaze is undeniable. With a dismissive flick of his fingers, he dispels the minor gravity well entirely. "You figured it out quickly," he says, a hint of condescension undermining the compliment. "Smart, for a dog. But I have been training you for some time now, haven't I?"

Reaching down, his nails scrape lightly beneath Percival's chin, dipping lower along his throat then up again, ensuring his face remains tilted toward him. For a moment he says nothing, merely takes in his husband's blue eyes and pale, handsome human features. All his. The possessive and domineering aspects of his personality he's never quite managed to quell are pleased indeed.

"Doesn't this feel better?" His voice is silky, cajoling. His fingers slide into Percival's hair next, scratching at his scalp and taking a firm grip. "I could be willing to accept an obedient husband who knows his place. Are you obedient, Percival?"