"Perhaps I shall," Emet-Selch answers lazily as he watches Hythlodaeus rid himself of his shirt. He runs his own fingers over bare skin before he shifts, moving papers and things aside. He could clean it all up later. But he'd rather not.

Anyway, what's the point of owning extravagant rooms if you aren't going to use them to their fullest potential?

"That should be suitable, yes?" He repositions himself between Hythlodaeus' legs, capturing his lips again for a quick kiss before he moves his mouth to the slope of the neck instead.