Caleb was used to subtle, to nervous, to all those things that came from being fearful of letting others know him. He was better, these days, or at least more casual and easy. Perhaps even more than he was back home, in his cottage in Rexxentrum or the small house in Jrusar. But there were still times when it was more fun to play on the edges of propriety.

Especially because he knew that both Essek and Molly would enjoy his closed-door filth.

"If you want the assurance," Caleb said, nodding slightly. "I am sure we could contrive something to keep me in place. That second bed is still ruined, after all, the sheets ought to get some use."