Beneath Yussa's familiar, measured gaze, heat crawls over Caleb's skin. Just as he has in the past, he proves himself very capable of following instructions, first undoing the sash over his outer robe, then sliding the robe itself from the elven mage's narrow shoulders. He is careful with both items, folding each and setting it aside on the arm of the couch.

Then he begins on the next. He is efficient, but not rushing through this process, enjoying how the fine fabric of Yussa's robes feels under his fingers and the eroticism of peeling away the layers covering him, one slipped open sash and loosened tie at a time. Once he's set aside the second sash and the next robe is open, ready to come off, he glances up again, flushed and intent.

"After this?"