The scent is subtle, just present and appealing enough that Yussa feels the urge to lean closer to chase it. It's a very good cologne, and the scent notes suit Caleb. Yussa's thumb strokes lightly over the younger man's chin before Caleb catches his hand to kiss his fingertips. The gesture earns a warmer look.

"Yes, you'll do," he affirms with quiet affection. "Come, I want to be sure your new things don't need any further alterations."

He knows there is plenty of time yet, but the laws of the universe state that of they put it off too long something will need to be hemmed or adjusted. As much as Yussa would rather bask in Caleb's affection, wardrobe first. Reluctantly, Yussa moves toward the open door and gestures for Caleb to follow. The archmage eventually opens the door to a familiar room: the bedroom that served as Caleb's before Yussa invited him into his most private quarters. The room as shifted subtly on each of Caleb's stays to include comforts specific to Caleb. Hanging on the door of the wardrobe are his new clothes.