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I do not deserve you, but I am not fool enough to let such a treasure go.

[Caleb would try to be worthy of being loved like this, and would try to love Essek as he deserved. And Essek deserved so much. This man who had taken a small fragment of the childhood memories that Caleb kept so carefully, preciously tucked away in his mind and brought it to him in the flesh. Warm and sweet and tasting like simpler times.

He couldn't hide the mischief that lit his eyes as he was fully aware Essek was watching him as he licked that drip of sugared syrup clean.]

I do try to be a helper, ja. And yes. Please. Sehr bitte mit Zucker obendrauf. [Pretty please with sugar on top. He thought he was clever.]

[ 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.

And an unrepentant one, ja.

[Caleb agreed in that moment before he was wonderfully rewarded for said bratty behavior by that next bite of tart. He only smiled as he chewed, though his expression softened as Essek spoke.]

Have you been domesticated, mein Sternenlicht? I wonder if such brilliant, beautiful creature can really be so easily tamed. [A gentle tease before he found himself reflexively tightening his arms around Essek at that thoroughly mind-shattering image.]

...I can make us our own kitchen. I need one minute and my components pouch. [And then, because really, those words spoke to something in him like a match had been struck to dry kindling.] I will always be a good boy for you.

[ Had he been domesticated, really?

He had to think about that question that had been poised to him by Caleb Widogast. He had not been domesticated, not really. There would always be a part of himself that kept at a distance from others, especially strangers. Instinct to look down at them and from afar like a cat who was judging their existence silently.

But around Caleb he was different. ]

I do not think tamed so much as I happen to have a person of my own that I will allow to pet me?

[ He used that opportunity to brush his lips against Caleb's jawline, feeling the warm rough scratch of facial hair while he tightened his arms around those shoulders. ] I think that I am a one person cat however, I do not want any other person except for you.

[ He would deign to have pets from Jester and those that he would allow to sit with him in comfortable silence, but as far as intimacy-- Caleb was the only one he wanted. ] I am intrigued though by a kitchen of our own, Chathtiu.

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[Well, he could certainly live with that, with being the only person that got to see this more intimate side of Essek, to be the only one that his beautiful fiance truly purred for. Was it surprising that he'd found himself drawn to a man with such feline tendencies? Nope, not in the slightest.

His eyes fluttered as those lips brushed at his jaw.]

Then I am a very lucky person, ja? To have charmed such a precious cat.

[He found himself not wanting anyone other than Essek, after all. And he'd certainly been in less... monogamous relationships before, but there was something different about this. The love, the draw, that he felt for Essek Thelyss was consuming, flooded his whole heart and he knew that the drow was the only one he wanted, would want.

A quiet laugh and he looked up to him.]

A kitchen, a dining room, whatever suits you, Liebling. We'll have all the privacy in the world. And every sort of apron you could imagine.

[ Perched as he was on Caleb's lap, he shifted only a little bit so that he could straddle Caleb and then he settled there, all the while he was fingering the edge of his apron strings in a very suggestive manner while he raised one elegant brow. So perhaps he did not look entirely seductive with the smudge of powdered sugar on his cheek, but there was a playfulness about him that was not given to just anyone.

If Caleb did not want himself-- this cat would likely walk all over him, especially with those dainty drow feet, with those nails painted a starry solar-system black to compliment the purple tones of his skin. ]

I will need an assistant in the kitchen, and perhaps if you are very good, I will give you a special treat to get your mouth on.. [ And Essek's cheeks flushed even as he attempted to keep himself composed and seductive, the darker shade of plum on his cheeks though were the only giveaway that he had made a very intriguing innuendo. ]

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