"I did laugh.." Essek conceded with a wry smile; a pleasant memory and perhaps one that had bound them together, that Caleb had taken him to the Room of Possibility was not lost on him the honour, but also a pocket of possibility within Caleb's own mind, held within a spell? Such an amazing concept that had taken his breath away, the sheer genius and something he'd never beheld before.

Like staring into the Beacon.

Part of Essek wondered if perhaps Caleb had been consecuted; such a thing semeed likely with the intimacy at which the beacon seemed inherent in the room. That was not something that he wanted to bring up here and now though, but it was tucked away like a pocket for later.

"I would be willing to hear more jokes from you as I am sure that they are all very devestating, Caleb Widogast." Essek was checking his nails. Did the drow sound.. playful? Or perhaps it was the surf, sun and sand that was getting to him. Maybe it was just the subtle playfulness that had swirled around Aeor as they had danced in a strange ritual. Likely, it was both.

"It is best to keep me on my toes-- both professionally and otherwise."