His attraction to Caleb has never been a question, not since the first day in his tower, but gods, the man has gone out of his way today. Yussa immediately notices the bare face with a hint of stubble and beautiful sheen of his copper hair. His breathing remains steady, but he feels a shiver low in his body that speaks to his growing arousal.

"Caleb," he repeats, as if tasting the name for the first time. When Caleb is close enough, Yussa catches the faint scent of his cologne and all he wants to do is move closer still to truly enjoy it. That will come soon enough; for now, Caleb has brought up the matter of coin.

"What the house told you is correct," he answers, his voice smooth and soft. "Fifty gold, and I am yours."

Yussa knows well that it's a high cost, especially for a man who lives modesty, but that is part is part of the point. A night with him should cost dearly in a place like this. And he certainly will not be taking the fifty gold come morning, so Caleb will leave with it the same as he arrived. The cost also reflects the privilege it will grant Caleb.

He gestures delicately to the table beside them, a clear indication of where Caleb should leave his coin. Having it near the entrance to the room is also deliberate on Yussa's part: they will soon step past it, and after that the room, and Yussa, will belong to Caleb until morning.