[Lithe and lean and progressively better and better fed, Bren already looked like a different man entirely even before he'd been dressed up in clothes that were finer than anything he'd ever worn in his life. And now, done up as he was, hair tamed into soft copper waves, tied back at the nape of his neck save for a few stray pieces that fell free about his face, a few days stubble shadowing his jawline, he looked like he belonged on the arm of the beautiful drow.

He reached over to settle his hand lightly atop Essek's as his arm was taken, the faintest brush along the other man's fingers before his arm fell back to his opposite side.]

Growl a bit perhaps, if anyone gets too close...

[And as he found himself led towards the car, he couldn't help but lean over to press a kiss at the shell of that pointed ear.]

Not too good, no. I can only behave so well, Liebling. I'm barely housebroken.

[He stepped ahead to open the back door, to gesture for Essek to enter first, taking the opportunity to play the gentleman.]