Yussa admires Caleb while he bathes, having a small glass of wine for himself as the other man finishes up. Once they're both dry, it's easy to fall into bed again. He settles against Caleb's side, enjoying the scent of the soap on his skin. He doesn't bother to do much with his hair beyond making sure it isn't tangled as they settle in together.

His fingers drift lazily over Caleb's chest, tracing up and down his sternum as he takes in the man beside him. Playing at not knowing each other at all means he can see this all again, but he can't quite shake the memory of the very first time. Maybe that helps - this man in his bed is far from the terrified mage that first came to his tower. The fantasy blurs and Yussa lets all of that slip from his mind, focusing more on the immediacy of his lover's presence.

The night is warm enough to be pleasant with the balcony doors left open, but the breeze coming off the ocean keeps it from being oppressive. It is a perfect night for this. For anything.

He's content to take the time to relax, knowing - more or less - what he'll be in for once the powder kicks in. He keeps up a conversation if it seems like Caleb wants one, knowing at the very least they have enough in common as arcanists for it to be interesting rather than just empty small talk.