He grins, slipping the collar around his lover's neck and fastening it. It fits nicely, and Hythlodaeus is most certainly into it- he all but purrs, leaning in for a kiss before reaching for the leash he'd left on the seat beside them. He clips it to the collar, then tugs on it to bring Emet-Selch closer.

"Perfect." But of course, he thinks Emet-Selch could make anything look good.

Sliding off his lap, he pulls on the leash to get Emet-Selch to stand. "Come along." He intends to lead him to the bedroom- he recalls that his lover had enjoyed being pushed around and so he intends to try it again, this time without the terrible jealousy that had come with it before.