Emet-Selch, ever efficient, finishes his cake in two bites, and then brings his arms to drape around Hyth, one hiking up his robe to feel up his thigh, stopping short of groping him outright.

"Shameless thing," he murmurs, turning his face to hide it in the crook of Hyth's bared neck. "So utterly shameless. How can you bear it, being such a flagrant degenerate? "

Emet-Selch deals with a lot of shame. He just doesn't want to talk about that. But he's let himself soak up the warmth of Hyth for a moment, buoyed up just by the man's presence. He'll be back to himself in no time, but for now he lets himself take a scrap of comfort just for himself, with no pretense as to serving any of Hyth's needs in their game.

He wants a five second cuddle. So sue him.