With grace, the drow slid from Caleb's lap and then offered his hand to the other man, his dark indigo eyes backlit with little flecks of starry gold seemed to ripple underneath the soft lights of hearth and amber glow of lights. Essek knew that Caleb had a struggle with denying himself, but he did not want Caleb to think that he had to-- and thus he gave those fingers a squeeze after having caught them again.

"Let us settle on the couch before the fire, yes? We can ask each other more questions and perhaps I can use gravity to work some of the tension from your shoulders?"

It was a sweet offer, for just as Caleb wanted to make things comfortable for him-- Essek shared the same sweet goal and that was to give Caleb something that he could call his own; without having to ask for it. There were things that would have to be asked for, but until that crucial point, Essek would endeavor to prove to Caleb that he belonged there, that they belonged together held in the circle of each other's arms.