"Yes, all of them." He makes no move to undo his own shirt though, or to undress at all. No, he's in charge now, and Emet-Selch will do as he says either way- or at least, he'd better. His gaze is predatory as he watches his lover undress, and he runs his fingers over his bare skin once the shirt is open.

He's admittedly pleased to see that his actions have affected Emet-Selch. His hand moves from his chest to his groin, cupping him and giving him a brief squeeze through his trousers. Good... it had better be for him. All of it.