[ Essek pressed a fingertip against Bren's lips then before he drew away from Bren, with a sway that was familiar as time itself, a light dance and parry as he tugged on Bren's hand with his other, urging him on against Shadows, toward the stairs that could very well lead up to the Amber Room, and further pleasures for the both of them. He was thinking that perhaps now was the time that they moved to the bedroom.

The smile that the drowpire gave Bren was nearly enigmatic in nature. ]

Then let us retire so that we may get to a ruining of a more physical nature? This dance has given me a definite hunger for something that has not been on the menu in a very long time.

[ Sex, raw and filthy sex that was poised on the sweet promise of possession. Essek wanted to stake his claim, to bury his scent deep inside Bren; not quite realizing that was what the other man undoutedly wanted... was that primal scent marking ]