Caleb's expression doesn't disappoint. His brow knits up and his lips part in a breathy gasp. Yussa is teasing him, to be sure, but it is wonderful. His hand is soft and his touch deliberate enough to encourage his arousal without being nearly enough to get him off.

"I am glad to hear that," he says with some effort, holding onto the thread of the conversation despite the obvious distraction. That Yussa had been more or less correct in his estimation also strikes Caleb as quite sweet. "It is no Tidepeak, but I am content here."

He doesn't need a tower in the material plane; his own creation, available when needed, is more than enough.

In his flushed face, his lips curl gently, fond and bemused. "You have slept in worse places, I know."