[ The response was circumspect but the deep anticipatory energy arced out like the synergetic crackle of a energy storm over the distance, just under the surface that beautiful lightning only barely touching clouds. But there was also a simmering fire underneath the surface, a thirst for knowledge that had been one of the best things about his lover; the insatiable hunger for books and learning that had driven him.

Perhaps some of that had driven him to his doom; which made Essek feel guilty because he, he should've been there-- if he had been there, he could've.

But he would not curtail that which gave this man life as well and he offered a rather wry smile in response while he guided them down the wing that housed most of his private living quarters, finally though he approached a door on which was affixed a bright yellow amber stone deeply within the center; it glowed just underneath the low light of the corridor. He pushed it open and then motioned for Bren to enter, a soft smile caressing against his lips.

The room glowed warmly, it was large enough that it could comfortably house a sitting area just before a partition that would lead to the bed dias. Soft dark amber curtains swathed windows from two sides and the softer amber combined with dark woods in cherry, a warm fire was settled in the hearth-- a magical fire that always burned for sentimental reasons known only to Essek. ]

We will discuss then the details and I will show you the library after you eat and bathe, those are more pressing matters to attend to, yes.

[ And because appearances must be kept ]

In the state you are in right now, I will not let you touch any of the books.