[ Scheiße, he thinks to himself as he catches sight of Essek's form cutting through the waters, but that statement didn't hit until it was drawn out and Essek was re-emerging with tendrils of white hair that dripped water over lavender skin, he had to turn his gaze away, realizing that it was probably exceedingly lustful. Oh no, he was not falling into this trap of letting his mind get caught up in pining.

Too late however, because he technically was pining, had been pining for months and he was slowly beginning to realize this. Whatever happened in Nicodranas had only been a speedbump and now here was Essek and he was acutely aware that this man would be trancing in the same house as him tonight.

Double Scheiße.

That shirt clung to Essek in all the right ways, his mouth grew dry and he yanked his gaze away, but it felt so very terse how he did so-- only that he had to be firm with himself, but it was up to Essek's interpertations. ]

Also, anything green on the buffet is not safe to eat or drink; I think it has been purposely drugged so as to convince more people to come into the greenhouse, ja.