When Yussa rounds on him, Caleb isn't expecting his intensity. The way he answers implies he understands the true motivation behind his question, which is more than a little embarrassing. But Caleb is fixed in place by the graceful hand curled around the strap of his harness and the one taking hold of his chin, drawn into the bright gold of Yussa's eyes as he looks down at him. Clearly the older man is trying to impress upon him how certain he is of his choice to explore and study this place alongside him and no other. Perhaps Caleb shouldn't read any more into it than that, but it almost seems as though he's meant to.

The confirmation that this place is theirs is reassuring, though. He has as much ownership and responsibility as Yussa does. He swallows, trying to bring some moisture back to his suddenly dry mouth.

"No, Master Errenis," he says, hushed and humbled. His face has heated with embarrassment and a little arousal, because he can't help finding this firm, emphatic Yussa incredibly attractive. "That answer is satisfactory."

Though he would like to avert his gaze elsewhere, Yussa's hand on his chin continues to ensure he doesn't. "I am always grateful for the interest you have taken in me. I value the work we do in studying this place together highly. And I am...relieved to hear that you do not have plans to bring others into the arrangement."