Oh, Prestidigitation--that's convenient. Caleb rubs his fingers over his newly clean face with a murmur of thanks. He'd been planning to wash up in the sink (they are in a bathroom, after all), but now he need not even bother with that.
He shifts just a little under Yussa's scrutiny, nervous despite giving what seems to have been a fairly stellar performance. His posture gets even worse, knowing that he's being evaluated, and he has to keep his hands from rubbing at his forearms through his long-sleeved shirt. Though it feels like the seconds drag by, in truth it is only a handful before Yussa apparently judges him worthy of further attention.
"Ja," he answers quickly, clearly relieved. "I would like that. Anywhere that will be easier on my knees is good." He smiles at his own joke, and though Yussa is a good deal shorter, Caleb still manages to look at him through his lashes, a little bashful now that their momentum has slowed.
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He shifts just a little under Yussa's scrutiny, nervous despite giving what seems to have been a fairly stellar performance. His posture gets even worse, knowing that he's being evaluated, and he has to keep his hands from rubbing at his forearms through his long-sleeved shirt. Though it feels like the seconds drag by, in truth it is only a handful before Yussa apparently judges him worthy of further attention.
"Ja," he answers quickly, clearly relieved. "I would like that. Anywhere that will be easier on my knees is good." He smiles at his own joke, and though Yussa is a good deal shorter, Caleb still manages to look at him through his lashes, a little bashful now that their momentum has slowed.