There had been care that Essek had taken with dressing this day but it was very simple. Far simpler than previous garments that the Nein had seen him wear, the tunic was a thing that laced up and then could be pulled over his head, trousers that could be slipped over hips and he had already removed his boots and mantle upon entering the tower. He settled there, the appropriate weight-- not having lightened himself for the wizard however he had neither adjusted his gravity to be heavier as he had done in the Grove to ease Caleb's anxiety.

It was not that he had been planning for such an eventuality but he very well had felt the tug between them, the gravity-- first in Aeor, and then in the Grove and it had led them to this moment. Before then even; even though Caleb perhaps thought it had been fast; Essek could only remember moments within the past year that had led him to wanting this, to yearning for this brilliant wizard man.

A palm that stroked lightly against the beard offered to him, a kiss dropped down to the soft full lips encircled by facial hair, nibbling softly. "Yes, you may undress me and prepare me for bed, Chathiu." even in Aeor he had been hesitant to show flesh but he trusted Caleb enough to give him this intimacy.