For Caleb, this is a promising start, and it is easy to see the difference just a few months have made in him from their first encounter to this one. While he still waits for permission and approval, and admittedly still finds himself a bit overwhelmed, he is much more surefooted. He leans in another inch to chase Yussa's mouth when he pulls away, relenting when the older man directs his attention to what he is wearing this evening.

With a quick, assessing glance, Caleb looks over the archmage's beautiful and no doubt complex ensemble with the bright-eyed focus he would a puzzle, or an arcane theorem he is attempting to prove on paper, curiosity mingled with excitement. After a moment, he cracks a smile, and meets the other wizard's gaze again with a bashfulness that is almost coy.

"Ah, nein, I could figure it out myself, given a little time," he says, soft but confident. "However, I would enjoy your assistance very much, my friend. If you could direct me, I will do all the work."

He should be forgiven, he thinks, for taking a bit of a shortcut, given their limited time tonight. Even more importantly, the idea of Yussa calmly providing instruction through each step of undressing him is too attractive to ignore.