[ There was a very soft pause as he allowed the words of 'mate' to enfold him; the shifting as Bren drew him into his arms and he sank into them willingly, feeling the arms warm around him as he could not imagine anything being more perfect than this. As he thought, he hummed a little bit in the back of his throat and settled where he did not want to move for anything, even though he knew he would have to to go to his own room.

He lamented the fact that he could not physically sleep in the same bed as Bren, but he was terrified of hurting him-- of in his trance mistaking Bren for a threat. Of being startled; they had tried once, and Essek had ripped the pillow next to Caleb's head and he'd sufficiently freaked out enough upon waking up because it could've been Caleb.

Those were how one put in place rules. ]

Tomorrow night I have an event to go to; however I fully intend on working on a proper wardrobe for you over the course of the next week; I am hoping that you will be my escort for future events? I am only so sorry that tomorrow night I will not be able to take you with me.

[ His fingers moved to graze against Bren's jawline, whispering thumb against it tenderly ]

The dress clothes that are in your closet are unfortunately 100 years outdated.