Caleb might have remained speechless if not for that prompt. He has never seen Yussa look less than gorgeous, but tonight he is resplendent. He takes a full breath now for the first time since the robe slipped from his shoulders and revealed what he has been wearing beneath, and shakes his head with a soft, incredulous sigh. How could he have prepared himself for this? It feels like he stepped into a dream the moment he finished putting on this jacket. This life can't possibly be his. But when he steps forward and frames Yussa's waist with his hands, he feels real. He can feel the texture of the gown against his palms, and beneath, the warmth of his skin. He leans down over his shoulder to kiss his cheek, then glances up to lock eyes in the mirror again, and smiles.

"You are radiant," he murmurs, and his hands shift as his arms wrap around Yussa's petite form more tightly, embracing him from behind. "I thought I was coming here to pick up clothes, not..." He shakes his head. "Not the man whose company is going to make me the envy of all of Rexxentrum tonight."

Looking at their reflections together, Caleb has to admit that they are an eye-catching pair. Yussa has clearly coordinated their outfits; the parts of his jacket that are gold match Yussa's gown perfectly. That is a bold statement to make, and Caleb's emotions are a tangle of gratitude, pride, love, disbelief, desire, and more, too much to tease apart.

"Thank you. That you would do this for me..." Bowing his head, he noses behind the other man's long elven ear, against his neck. "I was dreading this night for many reasons, but you have changed that completely."