Caleb hadn't missed that blush, and it is probably half the reason he is suddenly feeling so confident. For a man who bends reality to his will on a regular basis, it is incredible how carrying his lover to his bed using only the strength of his own body makes him feel so powerful. That vitality runs hot through him, channeled into their kiss, into the way his hands roam Yussa's form over his clothing.

"Very," he confirms, smiling openly. His voice is a warm rumble, pitched low. "Though it has been some time."

With how deftly he begins loosening ties and undoing buttons, however, it's clear he remembers what he's doing. He doesn't have to stop kissing along Yussa's ear, peeling his outfit apart layer by layer.

"It is almost a shame. You look so good in this, schatz," he murmurs. "But you will look best in my bed wearing nothing at all."