"There is a choice over whether to respond to anything that might be affecting it," Caleb argued, philosophical as much as anything else about the whole thing. "Maybe the owner will have a cold bath, or find some company of their own. You are right, there isn't much free will here--but enough of it. So, this is just two husbands talking."

What other ideas indeed. They were back to the thought of the Tower now, refined and made special for the three of them. And what they would do when they had access to it.

"Bedrooms for each of us. To sleep, or not, as we each see fit. And one for all of us, together. Definitely not for sleeping." He smirked, just a little, at Essek. He wanted to see if he could make his husband blush a little. "The library, of course. And the hot spring, permanently. All the indulgent food stuff we could ever want, for meals--and other things."