[Of course Caleb would have released him at even the slightest hint of protest, but he was happy that none came. Essek in his arms and in his lap was a delightful situation, and the Zemnian wizard was quite pleased with himself at the moment. Even more delightful was that smile on Essek's face.
He managed a faintly sheepish smile of his own as the drow called out the fact that yes, even if they had tasted like cinnamon flavored charcoal, Caleb would have happily eaten every last one because sentiment was far more powerful in him than he would have wanted to really admit to himself.]
Ja, I will. Not to worry.
[He did not hesitate to take that piece from Essek's fingers, deliberately catching at those fingertips with his teeth just briefly before he leaned back to actually chew and taste the pastry.
There would be no need for pretense of anything though -- and no faking that widening of his eyes before they softened into a smile.]
They are wonderful. They taste like a memory. Thank you, Liebling. This is...
[The sweetest thing he can remember someone doing for him. He lifts a hand to catch Essek's wrist in his own, bringing that hand close so he can help with that sticky trail of apple cinnamon, dragging his tongue along skin slowly and deliberately.]
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Date: 2024-01-08 01:42 am (UTC)He managed a faintly sheepish smile of his own as the drow called out the fact that yes, even if they had tasted like cinnamon flavored charcoal, Caleb would have happily eaten every last one because sentiment was far more powerful in him than he would have wanted to really admit to himself.]
Ja, I will. Not to worry.
[He did not hesitate to take that piece from Essek's fingers, deliberately catching at those fingertips with his teeth just briefly before he leaned back to actually chew and taste the pastry.
There would be no need for pretense of anything though -- and no faking that widening of his eyes before they softened into a smile.]
They are wonderful. They taste like a memory. Thank you, Liebling. This is...
[The sweetest thing he can remember someone doing for him. He lifts a hand to catch Essek's wrist in his own, bringing that hand close so he can help with that sticky trail of apple cinnamon, dragging his tongue along skin slowly and deliberately.]