[ Perhaps there was not so much a difference between the way that Essek stated it and how Bren interpreted it. Caleb Widogast had been his husband, however he had also been his mate and that was more binding and absolute; in the drow culture-- there was bonds as such and usually the transcended time. Upon consecution, the soul returned and that was your heart's ease. Caleb had returned to him, within the form of Bren and the circle continued.

He had begun to think that perhaps he had spoken too soon, called Bren that in a manner that the other man was not comfortable with.

But they could address this as needed.

Essek rested his hand on Bren's forearm and then started to lead, without precisely leading, Bren toward one of the balcony doors; it was a summer's evening and so it would be pleasant and cool-- and Essek had a feeling that Bren probably needed a bit of fresh air, he looked like he needed it. If people attempted to follow-- Essek would hold up a single hand, and that was enough to stay them.

Any garden in Rexxentrum was impossibly lovely, with fireflies and night blooming jasmine, and the moon hung a single week from it's fullness. He lead them both down the steps and after a few moments he broke the silence. ]

I had not anticipated that, I should have warned you. [ He glanced over at Bren's profile once they hit the path leading into the garden. ] However, it is not necessary for me to use a vassal, if it makes you uncomfortable.