Eyes still currently green (the deep green of old growth forests, of places of myth and mystery, the sort created to instill a sense of deep quiet and wonder) Emet-Selch sits up a little as he's kissed, and then says, "I suppose I can indulge your whims now and again."

His fingers start tracing patterns up Hyth's thigh; and then into his small clothes to stroke him. "Tell me everything."