"Or you could just be some beast who can't even speak." His hand slides lower to wrap gently around Emet-Selch's throat a moment. Mmm, but to lose his words might not be worth the fun. Hyth squeaks and yanks his hand back, giggling, when Emet-Selch licks him.

"Brute!" he protests, and gives him the lightest of little slaps. "Rowdy little concept!"