Emet-Selch is just about to give greetings that he's home when he feels the distinct flow of aether that suggests Hythlodaeus has beat him to it. Pausing to glance behind him, he lifts his brows. Now, he absolutely loves this type of greeting to be sure, but he's also very curious about it.

"Thank you, Hythlodaeus." He chuckles a bit as he feels lips against his neck. Of course his heart is racing like mad in a way only Hythlodaeus can manage.

"Did I leave you too long? Were you lonely?"