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[Bren's eyes shut briefly at the press of those lips to his forehead, remembering that he probably ought to breathe. Essek was right. He did feel feverish. Too hot, too restless, too close. His eyes were wide, blue subsumed by the black of pupils, a total eclipse that left only a small cerulean penumbra at the outer edges.]

I am ready. Hurry, please.

[He did not want to take the chance of being loose when the change took him. What if he tried to hurt Essek? What if he succeeded? But he still looked to Essek at that question, nodding.]

Always, Sternenlicht.

[And he managed a flicker of a smile.] We should try this sometime when the situation is less dire...

[Tie him up for fun sometime, Essek. Could be a good time.]