He shook his head slightly because he did not want to dislodge Essek's fingers from his hair. It was a favorite sensation of his, soothing when done gently and arousing when rougher. He could understand why it would be considered intimate in another culture.

"I spent a long time fighting the urge to touch you," he admitted as he brushed his fingers lightly along the back of Esske's neck. "Even a touch of your hand felt like an indulgence. Now that you have allowed me the privilege I feel I'll never stop."

Even if it was as simple as a touch of his hand to Essek's. Caleb greatly enjoyed the indulgence.

"I know you don't sleep as I do but would you like to join me tonight in my room?" He did not necessarily mean sex. Caleb would like to fall asleep with Essek in his arms if that was allowed. At least until he fell asleep and Essek needed to meditate.