He allows himself to be stopped, but he's still peering at Emet-Selch suspiciously.
"Angry? Merely offended, darling. After all that fuss you made to see me talking to someone else... and they were not looking at me the way that man was looking at you."
He moves to brush his hand over Emet-Selch's cheek, before gripping his chin, smile fading.
"I may be yours, but you are also mine, and it would serve you well not to forget that."
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"Angry? Merely offended, darling. After all that fuss you made to see me talking to someone else... and they were not looking at me the way that man was looking at you."
He moves to brush his hand over Emet-Selch's cheek, before gripping his chin, smile fading.
"I may be yours, but you are also mine, and it would serve you well not to forget that."