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[ Essek was a prisoner, but not an unwilling one. He knew that if he attempted to struggle out, Caleb would release him.. the thing was, Essek did not want to and so backwards they both went until Essek was perched on Caleb's lap, effectively sitting between Caleb and his reach to the desk. That meant that there was no choice but for Caleb to be fed from his fingertips.

He smiled against the kiss, a smile that showed his teeth, perfect and straight aside from those sharpened incisors, and the smile reached his eyes while he steadied himself and allowed for more sweet kisses from down below. ] Very well then, Herr Widogast..

[ There was that telling plum flush that rose high on his cheeks as he reached over to take up a tart and then effectively picking up one. Thankfully, the tart was cool enough not to burn but it still was a bit drippy as it managed to leave a cinnamon apple trail against his palm; he tried to ignore that as he broke off the corner of one. ] If you do not like it, you will tell me.. I do not want you to pretend that they are delightful when they really are not, promise me?

[ He was offering the piece then, holding it up and in perfect nomming range of Caleb's lips. ]