“Ah, so we provide the scenario, but the owner is responsible for what they do with that situation?” It was a pragmatic way to look at it, very much a Not my problem that he expected from Beau. Essek chuckled shaking his head but not arguing. Caleb wasn’t wrong, he supposed, and this place often believed in testing the mettle of people in such fashions.

So…talk of the tower it was.

Essek did blush at that, his eyes on Caleb for a moment, before looking around to see if anyone else was flushed as well. “And how would you decorate our shared room?” he asked. The library was as indulgent as any hot spring or kitchen or sex room, but he was fairly certain he knew how that would look.

“And what ‘other things’ with the food?”