Hyth's vulgarity knocked him right back to himself. Emet-Selch peers up through his fringe of bangs, disheveled and not just a little bit sweaty.
"I beg pardon," he grumbles, putting up his comfortable, prickly front. "Must you be so crass after I have made you weep with pleasure? Did I not service well enough, Hythlodaeus?"
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Date: 2022-08-13 04:44 pm (UTC)"I beg pardon," he grumbles, putting up his comfortable, prickly front. "Must you be so crass after I have made you weep with pleasure? Did I not service well enough, Hythlodaeus?"