Ah, the braiding of hair-- complicated within his own culture, a courtship ritual and he suddenly felt shy as he was armed with the knowledge that such a traditon was different and unique but.. Essek was happy to share remnants of his culture, for and with the other man. He tilted his head to better accomodate Caleb's touch and kisses, craving them like a flower craved water from the heavens.

"In my culture, when there is an intent to court-- we ask if we may place a braid in their hair, it signifies that the process has been initiated. Each Den has a set braid that they use, including Den Thelyss -- it marks an individual as a potential suitor to the Den." His fingers smooth over the forearm wrapped around him.

"I am Denless however, so it would only be a simple braid plaited into your hair.." and a sentimental tone to his voice. "But I would very much like to place one in your hair.. if you would allow me."