He's noticed that Emet-Selch gets jealous at times, but having never been the jealous type himself he'd never really known how it felt. Perhaps he should be more careful, for Emet-Selch's sake, so that he needn't feel that way. Still, he leans in for a brief kiss.

"Hades... I have loved you for as long as I can remember. Why do you think I could never settle with a partner even during our days in Amaurot? 'Tis true I am perhaps the flighty sort... but I think it was partially because nobody else could take your place. The same holds true, even now. I may become close to others, but none will compare to you."

He would never have been content with someone else, not when all he could think of was Emet-Selch.