Yussa takes a moment to recover himself as Caleb collects their clothes. He stays horizontal - even as he pulls on his smalls and his trousers - until it is no longer practical to do so. With a soft sigh, the archmage eases off the table. He will be sore, of that he has no doubt. He combs his fingers through his hair and he cannot help a quiet laugh at Caleb's comment.

He looks over his shoulder at the table in question and allows himself a satisfied smirk.

"Hm. I think you're right," he says as he pulls his shirt back on. It doesn't take long for Yussa to dress again, thankfully. Though he wears layers for adventuring, they are more or less practical.