"Oh, sweet boy," he murmurs, more relaxed and more open with a bit of liquid help. He brushes his fingers along Caleb's jaw. "I want many things."

Yussa saw the brief flash of uncertainty or tension at the start of this conversation. Caleb has more nerves than he might have imagined last night. He'll try not to exacerbate them.

"I want you to be clear if there is anything you do not want. And I want you to be exceedingly clear when there is something you do want." There's a flash of wickedness in his grin. "Even if you must beg."

He doesn't think he's read Caleb wrong, not after what he's seen so far.