"Of course it isn't Tidepeak," he murmurs. "If it was, it would not be yours."

This place suits Caleb. It feels like him, it feels like a place that Caleb would be. Yussa likes that far more than ostentation for the sake of it. A smirk appears and he leans to kiss his lover.

"Yes, I have."

And Caleb has seen at least one of those places. Well, he's seen more than one - Yussa has also tranced and slept inside the Halls of Halas. To be fair, he's been able to find relative comfort most of the time there. His thumb swirls over the head, spreading the precome beading there.

"And I am very, very comfortable here."