He should hope that Hythlodaeus isn't terribly practiced with such things. He definitely wants to be first in line for any experimentation. And yes, it's almost unbearably arousing how being ordered around by Hythlodaeus actually is. He and only he can get away with it with very little argument from Hades.

"Without?" He scoffs as if this idea is preposterous but of course he does as he's told. Hythlodaeus has barely done anything and Emet-Selch is like putty in his hands. Starting off with the leftover buttons on his shirt, he undoes though, slipping the material off his shoulders so it can fall to the ground in a lazy puddle.

Briefly his eyes drift up to meet Hythlodaeus' and just as smoothly he's on to the next bit, deftly sliding his belt from its loops on his pants before he does those fastenings as well. One leg, then the other, soon he's left in his underwear and his socks. And yes, the sock garters that he's wearing as well.