"He has always been cheeky," he says dryly. "He's simply getting more accustomed to your regular presence." And so willing to let his personality shine through.

Yussa reaches to stroke Caleb's cheek, admiring the sweet look the other man is giving him. No one has looked at him quite like that in... oh. Certainly far longer than Caleb's been alive. He leans close to kiss him.

"I prefer to be able to enjoy you in my right mind," he agrees. Sex with Caleb is always good, and Yussa enjoys spending time with him whether or not his cock is involved. But that had been... a lot. Too much. Most of it felt like a fog and the need had been intense enough that enjoying it became difficult.

He hears a faint bell ring to announce the appearance of their breakfast, a spread of fruit and light, warm pastries. Yussa sighs and rolls onto his back to stretch, lithe and relatively relaxed in the morning sun. Feeling like this makes him want to figure out how that Shadowhand manages to float the way he does. It must be a cantrip. But he will have to puzzle over that another day. He doesn't know it now, and so if he wants to move anywhere, he will have to do it himself.