If Vax gets any closer, Percival's arousal is going to become very obvious. Vax's voice coils around his mind, gently unmooring his sense of control and propriety. And, suddenly, it is very easy to forget that he is married to Vax'ildan's sister.

He looks at Vax's mouth, aching to kiss him. He doesn't, but he does loosen the belt holding his holster and the rapier. He lets all of that join his coat.

"I can't fault that," he murmurs, voice heavy.