Caleb Widogast

[ Essek knew that he had to work on Caleb's self-worth, but that nonchalant way of speaking consistently surprised him, especially when he saw how everyone within the Nein adored the other wizard, the enrichment that he brought to everyone's life on account of just being. His eyes were soft as he regarded Caleb and then after breaking off the next piece of tart, two fingers went just underneath that chin and then he tilted the other man's head so that he could look up into his eyes.

Brows furrowed, the drow was trying not to be distracted by thoughts of whatever else Caleb could lick off, especially with that mischief held like flames within those eyes. ]

You are being an incorrigible brat.

[ He said this simply before he pressed the apple tart to that mouth, to lightly shove while he tsk'd in a manner most chastising. ] Of course you deserve me, there is simply no doubt that you do; you have domesticated a war criminal and that is a feat in and of itself. [ He smirked then and it may have been ridiculous with the flour splattered in key positions on his visage. ]

If we had our own kitchen, you could be a helper for me.. I would wear only an apron for you; that is if you are a good boy.