A shiver runs down his spine and he sweeps his hand up and down Essek's without thinking, like petting a spicy moorbounder. The lips gliding over his knuckles are beautiful and he tries to lure Essek closer by drawing their hands toward his mouth.

"You're looking very handsome today, by the way."

As if Essek ever has off days.

Can he steal a kiss? Deception is completely negligent, he wants him to see his ploy for what it is.