Yussa cooperates as Caleb removes his clothes, making no attempt to delay or otherwise make Caleb's task more difficult. Not when he can hear the shiver in the younger man's breath as he exhales; not when Caleb looks at him as though he might devour him when given the chance.

He's seen Caleb give the same attention to an open page in his spell book and the intensity of it sends another rush of warmth through him. Yussa takes a deep breath and lets it go slowly as the Caleb finally folds the tunic. He tips his head up to properly meet the younger wizard's gaze as clever fingers work loose the ties on his pants. They are very close indeed.

"The camisole," he answers mildly. "Then my smalls and my bandeau, if you wish to remove them as well." There's a smirk hiding in his voice. He cannot imagine that Caleb would deny himself the pleasure of having Yussa fully bare, but he's curious to see how the other man handles that freedom.