Warmth spreads out from his chest where Yussa's fingers trailed lightly and appreciatively over his skin. It sinks down into his stomach and up into his face as he purrs his praise, exactly the sort of reaction Caleb had hoped to earn. If there is one thing he is happy to brag about (just a bit), it is his skill with the arcane. He loves magic, and he is still thrilled by his own casting. He has never before felt such power--and more than that, felt that it was rightfully his, and well within his control.

"Danke. I could always give you a personal demonstration, Master Errenis," he offers, his voice low and warm and his eyes boldly intent on the older wizard's. His thumb rubs a wide half circle back and forth over the curve of Yussa's hip. "Shapechange does not consume its material component. So long as I have the reserves of energy available, I am able to cast it whenever I please."

Nothing brings forth Caleb Widogast's confidence like talk of his arcane accomplishments. But doesn't he deserve to boast a little, especially to his very attractive teacher? He has come far since Yussa first offered him guidance. Caleb has chosen a fitting specialty in transmutation. It would be difficult for anyone who had not witnessed the transformation first-hand to believe that the man laying here flirting openly with Yussa Errenis is the same one who would barely dare to meet his eyes two years ago.