While Caleb hasn't forgotten his blunder by any means, the shift in topic has leant him a much-needed distraction. If anything can paper over a few words unwisely chosen in the heat of passion, it is turning into a fucking dragon.

The hour is late, but he hasn't had cause for especially strenuous casting today. All of his higher reserves are still available to him--though only the highest truly matters. "Enough to complete the spell, and then some, if you wish this to happen right away."

His gaze is drawn, naturally, to the open front of his lover's loosely draped kaftan and the soft brown skin revealed beneath. Though he has mapped every inch of that bare skin before, and had the freedom to touch as he pleased earlier tonight, that doesn't make the tease any less thrilling. His desire for Yussa doesn't wane based on familiarity; he wants him as intensely now as he had the very first time. More, even. His stomach swoops pleasantly as Yussa presses against him, languid but deliberate.

"The true obstacle is size. Is there a space within Tidepeak equipped to comfortably contain an adult blue dragon?"