Caleb has no choice at all but to sink into that kiss, the first they've shared today and far sweeter than he'd expected. He holds his cup in one hand so that he can reach for Yussa with the other, finding the small of his back and gently curling his fingers into the fabric there. The idea of being doted upon is frankly alarming, but Yussa makes it sound like something he would genuinely enjoy doing.

When they part, there is a little apprehension still in Caleb's eyes as he looks up at the other wizard. The way he leans into his touch speaks of trust, though, and the gentle brush of his thumb beneath his lip seizes his attention. If it pleases Yussa to make him look nice, he should allow it. He calls himself an old man, but he is regal and beautiful and it is Caleb who is always lacking standing next to him.

"I will gladly wear anything you wish me to," he promises, returning a small smile of his own. "I think you know how happy I am to let you indulge yourself, old man."