Against his husband's mouth, Essek smirks, amused and pleased, wide enough to show his fangs. His arms drape over Percy's shoulders and his knees squeeze his sides where his legs still bracket his hips, keeping him close even after the release of his knot.

"We certainly will," he agrees, nipping flirtatiously at his alpha's lower lip. The de Rolo line will be quite different from here forward. Essek would venture that there has never been a noble house in Tal'Dorei carrying drow blood. "Theirs will be a proud heritage indeed." Both of them are already referring to multiples, Essek notes without concern, before they've even made one. Perhaps too ambitious, but the idea appeals to him, especially now.

"We should rest, if you are amenable," he adds gently. "If we can manage four hours, I can get us home."

Hopefully before things escalate even further for them.