Essek breathes a quiet, relieved sigh when Percival at last accedes to his logic. This will save him another inopportune walk through the woods, perhaps. It is also deeply touching, knowing the internal struggle behind those words. "Thank you for your trust, Percival de Rolo," he murmurs, and delicately kisses the corner of his husband's lips before his mouth is taken again in another full kiss.

The easing of pressure inside him tells Essek that they could part now if they wished, but his mate chooses not to. He sinks further into the pillows with a thoughtful hum.

"The second problem," Essek points out, thinking aloud, "is the matter of compatibility when you are transformed. As we have no evidence one way or the other, I believe we should assume that any coupling while in your wolf form will likely be purely, ah...recreational." His fingers card gently through Percy's hair from the nape of his neck to the crown of his head. "So we must make our efforts today count, yes?"