Smiling happily, he turns his head so that when Emet-Selch gets close he can kiss him briefly. It's not comfortable though, so he soon turns his head back around and stares down at the desk instead, chuckling softly.

"And you, darling, are exquisite." He rests his hand on one of the ones against his hip, squeezing it affectionately. Truly, he could not be luckier.