Thankfully Caleb is mostly oblivious to Yussa's internal struggle to determine the right course of action when it comes to the uncomfortable situation he's unintentionally shined a light on. Surely Yussa must have known he felt this way before now, and could ignore it. He holds out hope that they can smooth this over and continue that way.

He eases back when Yussa puts a hand to his chest, pulling out and relieving him of his weight by shifting off him and onto the bed. Laying on his side, close but not touching, he contemplates getting up, until Yussa speaks again. That he calls his company welcome is encouraging. But equally, Caleb finds himself fondly amused by the allusion that follows, and he can't help smiling. What an image to put into his head.

"Once in a while a dozen or so sailors is just what the mood calls for?" he finishes when Yussa trails off, brows arching suggestively. Gods, he loves this man. He knows how utterly useless it is to acknowledge that after he's just sabotaged himself by implying that very thing, but it isn't something he can control. If he could...

Well, even if he could, he still probably wouldn't choose to feel otherwise. As much as it can hurt at times, his feelings for Yussa have also brought him a great deal of joy. He wouldn't give that up.