[Bren had come to accept this feeling of being himself and someone else at the same time. It should have been frightening, perhaps. Or maybe not. Maybe he should have embraced being anyone but the wreck of who he was, who Trent had shattered him in to being. But it was neither of those. Instead, in Essek's arms, in the other man's desire and acceptance of him as he was now and who he was in another lifetime, who he could not yet remember being, he found that it all made sense, a perfect balance. He could be Bren, could share a soul with his previous life, could belong in Essek's arms and heart.

And if nothing else, the one thing that united Bren Ermendrud and Caleb Widogast was the singular, white-hot love for this beautiful creature so untouched by death or age.

His lips stretched into a smile at that promise, even as a blush rose over the freckled bridge of his nose, through his cheeks, heat at the very thought of that and how much he wanted it.]

Ah... is that so? [He drew back enough to find Essek's gaze with his own, blue eyes alight, wicked with playful mischief.] Then you want the taste of me on your tongue to linger last, mm? I think I would liek that, being your treat.